Just Another Face in the Crowd

Zhang Yixing

Zhang Yixing.

It was the final day of school. Fifth period had recently ended, and I was making my way to my final class. I was quite excited about the summer. No homework. No more boring lectures to sit through. And no more lunches that make you sick. I could relax at home and do what I really wanted. I could sit at my computer and get on tumblr, blogging about my favorite person in this world. 

I sighed. My friends laugh at me because I said I’m in love with her. They ridiculed me, saying things like, “How can you love someone who is on the other side of the world,” and, “You don’t even know her!” I felt like I knew her, and that’s all that mattered to me. Many people brought up the fact that I don’t even know her language. That I can’t understand what it is that she’s saying, so why do I bother listening to her. All I could do was state that the language doesn’t matter. That even though I couldn’t understand her, her music made me feel like I could. Plus, I could always look up the lyrics in Chinese. That helped too. But when I answered with this, it only made them laugh. 

Sixth period flew by quickly, and the final bell was ringing before I knew it. I guess I had spaced out for most of the class. I took my time placing my things into my bag, waiting for everyone else in my class to leave first. Once most of my classmates were gone, I stood up to leave. I waved goodbye to my teacher, and wished her a great summer break, before I left. I smiled to myself as I made my way home. 

As soon as I made it through the front door, my mom was yelling for me to do the dishes…and take out the trash…and clean the kitchen…and the bathroom. Really just every chore she could think of. After giving me this long list of housework to do, she kissed my forehead and left to her second job. I sighed again, dropping my book bag off in my room and starting on my chores. 

It took roughly four hours to finish everything. And no, our house isn’t that filthy, it just takes a while to do housework if you do it one hundred percent. I set all of the cleaning supplies back in their place under the bathroom sink. Heading to my room, I felt a little happier. I could finally get on my computer. I could finally see her again. I pressed the power button as I sat down in my desk chair, impatiently waiting for the laptop to boot up. When it finally turned on, I swiftly typed in my password to unlock it. After opening internet explorer, I typed in tumblr.com and hit ‘enter’. I scrolled through my dash for what seemed like hours, reblogging pictures of the girl most of my thoughts were about. She had a concert today, and I had missed the live stream of it because of school. I opened up another tab, going to YouTube. I found the video of her performance on her official channel and clicked on it. A smile quickly grew on my face as I watched her. She was a great dancer, her moves had a certain grace to them, and her voice was like that of an angel. This is my opinion though. There are others who think quite the opposite. They always comment hateful things on her channel, comparing her to some artist that they believe is sooo much better. It really upsets me when people do that. After watching her performance, I ended up watching another and another… You can’t watch only one of her videos. That is impossible. 

To me she was my sun. She made my day brighter and happier. She was the most beautiful and genuine person to me. To me, she was perfect. I loved her with all of my heart. Everything felt great when I thought about her. I feel happiest when I think of her. But, I also feel the saddest when I think about her. 

To her, I am no one. I’m only another face in the crowd. And that will never change.