MistakenA Story by Pretty_as_a_PoetA real case of mistaken Identity that has haunted me ever since.I looked up from my poem, anxious to see Sae’s Reaction to
the poem I had just read. “Girl, I could kiss you right now” He breathed Heat crept across my cheeks in a brilliant flush of red, he
had no clue how much I wanted that to happen. “Thanks Sae, you’re the best” He smiled at me leaning forward Oh my gosh He’s going
to kiss me! My mind screamed in excitement “So you two exited for the camp dance tonight?” A girl named
Shalom asked coming up from behind us, ruining the moment. I didn’t know her
that well, and neither did Sae, but she and her friends had been brown-nosing
us ever since me and Sae had entered the Summer Camp’s Talent show, I had read
one of my poems and Sae had danced. Sae was an amazing dancer, and no one knew
that I was so good at poetry so I understood why people suddenly noticed us. “Yeah, I guess” I said Sae looked at the ground bashfully and Shalom continued to
ask us questions “Are you going with anyone?” “No…” I said, “I don’t normally get asked to dances” “Oh…”Shalom said surprised, some people have told me that I
am really pretty, but I’ve never believed them. If I was so pretty, why then
has no guy ever asked me out? “Emily?” Sae asked “Yeah?” “I was wondering if…you…would go to the dance with me” I studied him trying to see weather or not he was joking or
not, and he looked away “Just kidding” he squeaked in a small, shrill voice And then he ran away from me. “What the?” I asked startled, and hurt, I had hoped that he
wasn’t joking “Girl…go after him…I don’t think he’s joking” Shalom urged Shrugging I ran after him “Sae!” I called out after him He turned around and immediately I felt butterflies in my
stomach “You know that I’d go to the dance with you if you weren’t
joking…right?” And then he ran again I ran too, but in the opposite direction, tears welling up
in my yes Stopping only to pick up my notebook full of poetry I said
to shalom “I will never, ever understand guys” I spent most of the day in my cabin, writing in my notebook
to blow off some steam. I really liked Sae, but it would seam like he’d never
like me. The dance came around and I didn’t feel like going, but I
decided It would be best to go I borrowed a skirt from a friend and wore it
overtop of my one piece bathing suit, because it was really frilly and
feminine, and I didn’t have anything else to wear. I spent an hour putting on my make up, and for once I felt
pretty. I walked into the dance, and I decided to sit with some of
Sae’s friends, hoping that he’s sit with them too. But then a camp leader told me to move, and to stay away
from Sae, aperently he had issued and In-Camp restraining order. Crushed and Confused, I sat with some other friends and when
the dance started, I made sure that I stayed as far away from Sae as possible. As I left the dance, I heard Sae and his friends talking in
the background, I knew that they were talking about me. “Due what’s your problem? She’s hot.” “I think she’s stalking me” I could feel tears in my eyes again, what the hell was going
on? I followed my friends into the mess hall and when they asked
me what was wrong…I couldn’t contain my story “I don’t get it…” I finished “He said something about
me…stalking him?” all my friends looked at each other “Emily, you’re a dear, and we all love you but we have to
tell you…Sae might be upset about your poem.” “What? Which poem? All my poem’s in my note book he said he
enjoyed” “The poem you gave him.” “Ok for something I’m supposedly involved in, why am I the
last to know about it….Just tell me what the hell happened!” “You snuck into Sae’s cabin and placed a poem on his
pillow.” My not-so-gay-gay-best-friend said “What?” I asked skeptically “It wasn’t you?” “Hell no!” I denied No wonder Sae was acting so strange! He thought I was some
creepy stalker chick! But I wasn’t…And now I can never tell him otherwise. I left the Camp the next day, and I’ve never forgotten about
Sae, somehow, I just can’t rid myself of his memory. I think it’s because I
never got a chance to set things strait, I never even got to say goodbye. © 2013 Pretty_as_a_Poet |
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1 Review Added on March 20, 2013 Last Updated on March 20, 2013 AuthorPretty_as_a_PoetLangley, B.C, CanadaAbouthttp://eabulmanbooks.wixsite.com/books Website!! Hey I'm Pretty_as_a_poet, but you can call me Emily. I'm a poet, poetry is my passion and possibly the reason why I have been put on this earth.... more..Writing
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