Crushie
Written By Adam Tyler Witt

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Epilogue
As I had progressed through life, and namely middle school, I always thought things in life could be no harder then what I had previously experienced. Although as of now the peak has remained in one time in particular. 7th Grade was what I would like to call my personal great depression. Of course, I thought things could get no worst than the childish torment of my peers and low support from my teachers in 6th grade, and I was once again proven wrong. As I entered 7th grade on my first day of school, all seemed well, and I did not notice a single person I knew on my team with the exception of Cameron Ham, who I ended up sharing all three of my middle school years with. There was one, or rather 3 boys in particular I did not like. There was one in my social studies class who was rather meddlesome, and would constantly irritate me during class. I learned this boy’s name was Jon, so I could let the teacher know on future annoyance occasions while correctly identifying the student. The second was a boy I saw during the lunch break; he was obsessed with physical entertainment, or beating on me. He was very playful in a way, but at the same time irritating. The third was one in my science class, who would not stop messing up every assignment of mine he could get his paws on. So a few days went by and after some research and obvious realization, I found these three annoyances were connected. In fact, a bit too connected. In fact, there had been only one person who I’d thought was three! That was just one of my idiotic mistakes that year. I later began to try and make nice with this “Jon”, and it seemed to work. We quickly became buddies. After which I learned his name, Jonathan Claussen.
Throughout the first couple of months Jonathan was only an annoying child in the sideline of my life, although he eventually became an enemy. It was very interesting how it worked, for some time we were very close friends, although at other times he would be one of the center reasons for 7th grade being what it was. We eventually became very close friends. One day I noticed someone in the class showing off how good they could draw a cartoon character, Courage the Cowardly Dog. I was slightly jealous, for I had also enjoyed drawing once in a while. I shortly attempted this and failed dramatically. Although, this drawing I had made looked as if it could be an entirely new character by itself. You see, Courage is commonly so scared out of his mind that his grow to monstrous proportions. The character I sketched up had big, tall circle eyes with little dots near the center of each, with a tiny round head behind it. An adorable smile was on the head. The body was just another circle, with thin lines to be the limbs. I began an obsession drawing these tiny little creatures with gigantic bug eyes. I don’t exactly remember why, but the name for this creature was to be “Mynt”. After a little while of development I decided to show my one true friend at the time, Jonathan (Or rather by this time I had started calling him Jon). He was surprisingly amazed at these “Mynts” and he actually wanted to work with me on them. I allowed him to help, and it was a great decision. Jon made many variations of Mynts that I just flat out wouldn’t have thought up. We got far on this project, with only a slight popularity in the classes. There had to be at least twenty kinds of them. Some of these mynts were Super Mynt, Hippy Mynt, Robot Mynt, and much more. Although in some disputes he had threatened to destroy the original sheet of drawings, and even copyright Mynts to himself. I have no idea what happened to the original sheet of Mynt drawings, it was lost in the eternal expands of time. Although I did create a photocopy of it, which has since had a chunk removed, crumpled, and has been ripped in half and than re-taped.
The seventh grade hadn’t proved any better from the sixth grade. The torment was far worst then before, and I had been a very emotionally breakable person. I would often be seen crying because of mean jokes, having my supplies knocked everywhere, and being enormously confused. There was another student in science that had often cried. The only exception from me was that everyone had pity for him. I never did find out why he was often upset, but it did help me in my voyage to the other side. He and I were on the same path, only he had somewhere to go, whereas I had a road block in front of me. I had to figure out how to remove this barrier and make my way to happiness. This would be the longest road for me. The endless pains and emotional torture was unending, and I often went into a state of total insanity, or so it felt. To the outside world, they would see some kid go out into the hall with the teacher jumping stupidly and sarcastically chanting “Let’s go for a walk in the woods!” Troy was also a very good friend that year, along with his quiet buddy Kestly. Troy was known as a crazy person who was hyper-active and liked things like weird-al. He once saw me walking with a teacher down a hall where a door was in a little inclement sort of thing. I had been leaning against the wall while walking, so I fell right into the inclement as I was walking, while Troy stood laughing his head off. I was the baby. The kid who always sat in the corner and got picked on by all the bullies. I was the weak, sensitive, nerd.
It was an average day of winter when I first walked into my 7th grade hall to realize that my life was about to completely change forever. Second semester had just about started, and I was in no hurry to get to school. Things were slow, smoggy, and boring. I was disinterested about life. As I walked through the front doors I sighed and proceeded to the 200 hall, where my team 8-6 had its classes for the day. I rolled my backpack down to my locker and unloaded my things into my locker. The day went by, although something was fishy about today. There was an odd smell in the air. I was lonely, and depressed. I decided to look up for a change, maybe look at what some of my classmates looked like in the face. I went through them, memorizing them, making sure to recognize them in the future if they ever greeted me. In the entire ruckus, my eyes were directed into the direction of a certain person; a girl. She has glasses, I thought. The feeling of love arose inside of me from out of nowhere. I can’t like her, it’s only because she has glasses, like you. You thought about it too long, now you’ve gotten yourself into something deep. Such were my thoughts. I tried to direct my attention away from it, but the thoughts kept returning as the burden they were. I eventually gave in. I loved her. I didn’t know her, but I loved her. Great, I’ve gotten myself into a childish crush, I thought. It’d only been 2 years since moving away from my old school separated me from my first crush, Abby. I wouldn’t let myself through this. At least that’s what I thought.
What was her name? It took me far to long to find out. I began watching her, admiring her. I glanced at her during class; not much at first, but it grew to a very frequent basis. I finally found her name. Carlie. Her sacred name engraved itself into my soul. I had no experience with girls. I was always the loner, the one who had few or no friends. I had no idea how to, or whether to, approach a girl. I stayed my ground, hoping some miracle would bring us together. The end of the year came and I got hold of a yearbook. I cut out her beautiful photo and placed it into a delicately made paper pocket I had made just for the occasion. I had no idea what I was doing, what I planned to do. I didn’t know what should or would happen. Where was the future?
There was a carnation stand for Valentines Day at school. I wanted so badly to send one to her, but she didn’t even know me. A constant state of nothingness was all that happened in those years. I did nothing. Why did I ever fall for her? I don’t know.