My Moment of Insanity

Author's Notes: This is no more than a random segment. It isn't fiction, actually, but I've changed a few things and exaggerated others. Had some fun, in short. Most likely, I won't be continuing.

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“Damn it. Nobody listens to me.”

My gaze shoots to yours, as you slump back against your chair, giving up in good humor. For a second, I am overpowered by the urge to correct you.

I listen to you. Maybe no one else does, but I do, and I can’t imagine how anyone else couldn’t. Your personality is so strong, so magnetic, that I am drawn against my will to you. I don’t just listen to you. I hang onto your every word, my heart leaping with the cadence of your voice.

And that frightens me, the power you hold over me. So I defy it. It takes all my will, but I don’t look at you when you speak, I force my gaze elsewhere. It’s terribly rude, but even worse would be your finding out about my reaction to you.

“Class,” the teacher calls out, “we’ll be splitting into two groups. Group one: Steph, Laura, Jacob…”

Suddenly, the whole world has narrowed down to your name, and I hear nothing else. One thought alone thunders across my mind: Please, please let me be placed in your group, I plea fervently within myself. If I’m not, I would probably wither away in misery. Actually, my rationale interjects, I’m better off as far away from you as possible.

“…Group two: Liz, Ron, Sarah…”

My heart sinks as I hear my name. I’m in a different group. This is our last day in this class, and I’ll probably never talk to you again. I’m nearly ready to resign myself to this, when you speak up.

“Ms. Henderson,” you begin, the golden flow of your voice reminding me of sunlight upon water, “do you think I could switch into group two? I know more about that project…”

I freeze, my breath stolen and my every thought vanished. What is this? What is going on?

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JAIA.
January 2005