QueenOfTheAir

I wish I could die But my pride gets in the way And there you have it

The grass is warm and scratchy on my arms; the sun shines down on my face. My ears ring with screams of glee and the aroma of popcorn and pizza surrounds me. The roar of a rollercoaster echoes overhead, as the ride pulls to a stop in front of us. It's a carnival—a carnival running through the center of our school campus. A rollercoaster towers over our lunchtime courtyard in the warm air. Familiar faces swarm into view, and everything appears normal—aside from the festival. I feel his arm rest on my shoulders, and turn to the side. "Just kiss me," he pleads. Rage and pride explode in my chest. "I can't kiss you, and you kn