Free Till We Rise by Camila Cher Harmath Page B

little affection to Boston’s city, it’s always pretty crowded and traffic is hideous, but I like it. If you ask me, I believe that is like a little New York or Los Angeles; it’s nice to the eye but not as big as them.
    I have lived here for my whole life, I never moved from home and I have no intentions to, so that’s why I know every single street from head to toe; sometimes it’s great because I don’t need a GPS but I don’t believe that human beings are perfect machines and they don’t make any mistakes, because I am human and I make mistakes, and when I do, I always end up blaming my lack of GPS.
    Whatever, we reached one of the campus and I parked somewhere I thought I was allowed to but I wasn’t; I didn’t realize that I was definitely in a wrong place until I decided to leave and some bald ass-face officer told me that next time I will have to pay some penalty. Let me think about it officer... HOW ABOUT NO?
    “Thanks for the ride,” Theodore approached my face, staring directly at my both eyes and lips simultaneously. He seemed calmed, he was pulling that peculiar smile of his; I wish it was eternal, though it actually is, in my mind.
    He grabbed my face from the nape of my neck with his warm hand and pressed his lips tenderly in my forehead, right above my scowl, for a matter of seconds.
    I sighed sentimentally, full of emotions. My mind was –and still is– out of control, blown away, boom. I was thinking about twenty thousand of things at the same time, such as “what if I confess my attraction to him?”, “what if he doesn’t likes me back?”, “what if I pee myself?”, “why is he so kind?”, “who the hell am I to him?”, “what is air?”, “what?”, “am I in heaven?” and also “are you Jesus Christ?”.
    All this brainless questions were wondering around my head from the time he decided to kiss my frown until the present, I mean, until now that I am rethinking my life lying on my comfy bed staring at the ceiling.
    If my life resembled a movie, subsequently the gently kiss he decided to give me, he would have said “Do you wanna come to my room, girl?” and I would have agreed and made some illegal stuff with a sexy boy that wanted to break the rules with a random gal. We would have probably had some shitty sex, done drugs and of course the fucking principal would’ve discovered an extrovert girl in the boys’ campus, which is completely unacceptable nowadays.
    I love imaginary situations, I always think about them. When you want something to happen you just can make it happen; in your mind, of course, but it still happens. I want a nice body, I imagine a nice body and I have a nice body. I want a boyfriend and I have a boyfriend just by imagining it; speechless. I wish real life was as easy as that, I would kind of be on the top of the world, but pitifully I am not the person I imagine I am, so situations like these would never happen.
    I really do not understand how real girls manage to have a serious relationship with their so-called boyfriends. I am not saying that I am not real , I know I am a little bit odd but still common at the end of the day (I swear I am), but I really want to know what’s the formula to obtain or work out a boyfriend, I literally would pay for a boy to love me. To be honest, I would pay for anyone to love me.1
    Come on, Calypso, It’s not something that you buy or win, you should fight for it, you should be ready for it. I think I am ready for everything but one thing: waffles getting extinguished.
    Returning to the important stuff, Theodore walked away right after the kiss scene and, in the middle of his gentle trudge, he turned around and when he realized that I was still there he smiled at me and kind of winked. I am not sure if he did, though, but I find it kind of cliché, so I am praying that he didn’t because I hate clichés.
    His walk was slow and peaceful as if he had nothing to rush about. At that moment, I would have liked to