Fifteen

Cook another bad one.

You can't sleep. Its the third time in a row. Your ability to sleep had been taken away from you, ever since you laid your eyes on that naked slim, black girl.

You have tried to block your thoughts and it had transferred into your dreams, you and the girl touching and kissing each other.

Restless, with no power supply, your thoughts begins to wander. You have always had a fondness for girls. It was unheard of, so you spoke about it to nobody.

You are just in first year. A student of political science. You had no friends. It wasn't your choice. You had told one of the pretty girls in your class, you liked her, as a joke, and the whole class had known about it.

They looked at you as strange, pitied your parents. It didn't stop them from coming to ask for your help when they needed it. After all, you are a bright student.