(*Roneay is sitting on her bed listening to music, when she gets a Facebook notification on her phone. It says: “Tyrone is now in a relationship.” She sighs, then starts to talk.*)


His name was Tyrone. He was cute. So darn cute. Everyday I would... just…just…just. How can I put this? (*She pauses*) Stalk him. That’s how cute he was!


I remember the first time I saw him like it was yesterday. He was getting something from his locker. Wait…! I remember what it was! It was that black and white marble notebook that he’s always writing in. I wonder what he writes about? Wait… what if it’s me?! (*She says excitedly, then calms down*) Well not after what happened today.


Anyway, he dropped the book on the floor and reached down to pick it up. But I rushed to get the book for him, because I thought it be a polite thing to do. So when I handed it to him, he looked me right dead into my eyes. (*She pauses*) My heart started to beat so fast that I couldn’t control it. Then he said the most sweetest thing ever. I was mesmerized. He said… he said… “Thanks.” (*She puts her hand on her head and sighs*) I almost fainted at the sound of his voice.


That’s where my obsession began. Everyday I would follow him in the hallway. I would sit next to him in English class. I would even try to sit as close as possible to his table at lunch. He would always sit with his guy friends, in the corner of the lunch room, laughing at ever was so darn funny on their cell phones.


Then I would memorize all his classes. Everyday, he would have foreign language first, then math, then chemistry. After that, he’d have English class, with me. And his last two classes would be an elective and history. So I thought that stalking would allow me to get to know him, without even knowing him.


Every night I would go on Facebook and search, Tyrone Gibbons. I would see if he made any new statuses, if he uploaded any pictures, or if it said that he was in a relationship. (Makes a sigh of relief) Boy was I relieved to find out that he was single. So that gave me the chance to make my move.


I really loved him. Honestly, I really did. He was so cute with his rosy red cheeks and his deep dimples. Every time he smiled, his dimples would get deeper and deeper. Then they’d just disappear. I also loved his brown, curly hair. He wore it in this flowing, curly afro style, so every time he jumped, his hair just flopped around on the top of his head. Then there’s his eyes! His crystal blue eyes! When you look into them, you feel as if you’re floating on the wave of the Pacific.



He was so beautiful. So, I thought, we would have some awesome babies. They’d have long, curly hair. Be fair skinned. And be geniuses, of course. If we had a girl, we’d name her something like Sarah or Mary. And if we had a boy, we’d name him be Emanuel or David.


We would have a perfect life together. We’d live in some big old house, somewhere in the suburbs. I planned that we would grow old together, very old. Very, very old. So when I found out that he rode the same train as me, I thought it would be a great opportunity to get some sparks flying, if you know what I mean (*Cough, cough*).
So after school today, I saw Tyrone waiting for the train. Our train, that is. (*She creepily smiles*) I inspected myself to make sure I looked good. I thought:


“Hair down. Check.


Clothes fixed. Check.


Lip gloss on. Check.


Okay. Then I was ready to walk over there.”


Then I walked over to him, but I was so nervous. The food that was in my stomach was about to come back up out of my mouth. But I sucked it up like a man. For the man, or boy, that I loved.


So I was like, “Hey don’t I know you from school?”


And he was like, “Yeah.”


I acted like I didn’t know his name, so I said,


“You’re...um...you’re...um...um, Tyrone, right?” I didn’t want to be a pushover.


He said, “Yeah, were in the same English class. Don’t you remember me? You always sittin’ behind me.”


I lied and was like, “Oh yeah. I remember you now.”


Then I said, “Well my name’s Roneay, just in case you didn’t know.”


He was cool and nonchalant about it. “Yeah I know. And I’m Tyrone, just incase you didn’t know.”


My heart almost popped out of my chest. He knew my name!
So until our train came, we just talked. He was telling me about himself and stuff like that, and the whole time I was try to look cute and all, and be a little flirtatious. And he was kinda flirting back with me. I knew he had to be checking me out.



When our train came, we got on, and I sat next to him. Now, I tried to sit a little bit closer than just next to him, and he seemed okay with it. But then phone began to ring, so he moved over to answer it. He was talking about himself being on the train, and then he said he should meet up with whoever was on the other line. I was kinda of curious to know who that person was. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t wanna seem too nosy, so I just let it slide.


Five minutes went by on the train, and then Tyrone just starts smiling out of nowhere. Now I thought he was smiling at me, because he liked me or something. But oh no he wasn’t! (*She yells*) He was smiling at some girl. Some ugly behind girl! She came over and said, “Hi.” How dare she have the audacity to say hi to me. But I just said hi back. And then she just squeezed right in between us.
Now I was about to smack this girl! I couldn’t believe it! Then Tyrone was like, “Roneay this is Sarah. My new girlfriend.”



Instantly, I felt like the world was falling down on me. I thought he liked me. But no! He’s sitting around going out with this piece of trash, like Sarah, when he could of had me! And not only that, but her name was Sarah. How dare she have the name of our future daughter! So I just stayed calm and was like, “Oh hi, Sarah.” Then I said I had to go.


I got off the train, even though it wasn’t my stop. And I just sat on the bench and cried, and cried, and cried until the next train came.