
{Michael}{16}
Where am I now? I am outside, walking home.
With who am I now? No one. I'm alone, yet again.
Who am I crushing on? No one at the moment. I soppose Saoirse is expecting me to have a crush on her, but I don't really like her ...
What is my mood? I am tired. Had a long day. So, I'm basically lazy.
Michael strode along the sidewalk, softly singing a song he wrote himself, only a few days ago. "...you think your face is the spotlight, but your heart has crashed into mine. Your hands try to find me in the dark, but I am nowhere close to you. I am far away, further than you---" he stopped singing when he caught sight of Saoirse where she walked on the other side of the road, also on the sidewalk. He gulped. Slowly ... painfully. He saw the her baby-bump, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt washing over him. He tried to attract her attention, but she clearly didn't notice him. I wish I never was at that party ... he thought to himself, nearly face-palming himself. He felt so stupid, but he sopposed every teenager felt stupid and irresponsible when they realise they have become parents. He didn't know what he should do to attract Saoirse's attention, but then he wondered if he even should talk to her. He hoped she wasn't angry at him, because if she was, then he was in a HUGE heap of trouble...


