Carlos and I have been friends for about 7 years and it took me that long to realize I was in love with him but I don't think he feels the same way. He is already mad at me because of what happened with Sabrina. I decided I will not tell him I'm in love with him. I will tell him at some point. I go back inside and get myself some punch. I drink it quickly and dance with random people.I am having so much fun. I wish I could dance with Carlos. That thought makes me frown because he hates me now. It is almost time for the school to announce the prom queen and king. I grab a Pepsi bottle and stand in a corner drinking it slowly.
" The winner for prom queen is Sabrina Smith." the principal says. I'm not surprised.
" The winner for prom king is Carlos Martinez." the principal says. My mouth is open and it says like that for about 2 minutes. How could he be prom king he is not even popular. As I watch them dance my jealousy builds up. "Why is life so complicated?" I think to myself. They kiss and suddenly I can't take it any more. I walk outside. I hear footsteps behind me but I ignore it. I sit down on the bench. When I look up, I see him. Carlos. He sits down next to me.
" I don't want to be friends or fight or anything like that." he says in his Spanish accent. " I just want to know. Why did you do it?
I can't tell him how I feel now. It's not that I don't think he feels the same way but because I am scared. How can a survive a beating without crying or even yelling out a scream but I can't tell the boy I love that I am in love with him?
" I don't know. I was afraid you were going to get hurt." I say in a low voice.
" You don't even know Sabrina well. How would you even know if she is a good or bad person?" he says. "I don't understand I thought we were best friends. I thought I could trust you with everything. And when I try to be friends with someone else you tell her to stay away from me. You were only thinking about yourself when you did that. You are always thinking about yourself. You are so selfish."
" Okay. I'm sorry and I mean it." I say. " I need to tell you something. " He stands waiting for me to say it. "I'm leaving New York City. I need to get away from Isabel. I can't have her abusing me everyday or treating me differently from other kids."
"Why would I care?" he says. That hurt. It was like my heart just got punched in the face. My eyes start to fill with tears.
" I thought you would." I say sobbing.
"Well, I don't." he says. I stand there and he walks away.
" Have a nice life." he says and keeps on walking.
I walk home.It starts to rain.I don't care if my dress gets dirty. Thank God. Isabel isn't home. I walk inside and slam the door. I walk into my room and rip off the dress. I put on some decent looking pajamas and sit by the window. After half an hour, I am still crying. I open my locket and look at the picture of my parents. I cry even harder. " Why did life have to suck so badly?" I think to myself.
