Personal Narrative Fiction

(Exposition) The cold, intimidating, winter breeze finally arrived. But I wasn’t cold. The thought of her kept me warm. She who gives thy warmth and butterflies. Her name was Tiffany Tran.

“Whenever I see her, I get very hot and energetic, you know?” I said.

“Bruh, you told me that already,” Eugene sighed.

“She is all I think about,” I said smiling.

“O.M.G. confucious,” Eugene sighed again. Confucious was a nickname Eugene calls me because I’m Asian. It doesn’t make sense, but it is what it is. Honestly, that should be his nickname. But anyway, Tiffany was my crush ever since the 6th grade back in Federer middle school. We talked and talked. But now, as juniors in Djokovich High School, we just well, talked. I do my best to treat her like

“We’ll see what happens. Will he ask her out?” The 3rd Asian girl asked rhetorically. I was thinking. Like, should I ask Tiffany out when I see her? I thought about it for a minute. While I was thinking, the fire alarm went off. The Asian squad paniced and ran out of the hall. So did everyone else. I stayed for a minute. “Chau get your confucious ass out of the building!” yelled Eugene. “Chill, you know, I was thinking. I now know what I’m gonna do next. I’m going to-“ I was interrupted. “Move!” a security guard pushed Eugene and my ass outside of the building.

Pretty rude, right? I was going to swear the shit out of that security guard. But I got my ass outside, right? I then went to the parking lot behind a black car. I was about to say something to Eugene but I was rudely pushed. “Hey you! Fuck fac-“ I stopped. It was Tiffany. “Hi Chau!” she said happily. “Oh! Hi! I thought you were someone else! Sorry!” I blushed immediately. “What’s going on here?” Tiffany asked. “Well, you see, the school had a fire drill because of your mix-tape,” I said jokingly. “Wow! My mix-tape is that fire?” she said. “Yeah, totes. But I have one question for you,” I said

Eugene came with me. “Chau, was that what you’re were gonna do?” he asked. “Yeah… I think I should give up on girls,” I sighed. “Sorry man, the time will come one day,” Eugene said wisely. “You know, I’m just gonna quit women for now on,” I said. “But why?” Eugene asked. “I don’t want to try anymore, the only thing I will try to fulfill my dream as a flutist. Because, you know, flute is life.” I said proudly. After being rejected by Tiffany, I’ve thought about her less and less as each day passed. I would slowly forget about her. I would begin to notice her ‘Hi Chau’s less from her each day. Like, she says hi everyday but I just don’t notice her anymore. Like she doesn’t even exist to me anymore. “Eugene suddenly pushed me, forcing me to spill my Green Tea Frap I got from Starbucks. “Hey! What the fuck, man!” I exclaimed. “Bruh, I heard people saying Tiffany likes you now,” Eugene told me straight up. “So? Why do I care? I’m done trying to find love,” I said. “But bro, she likes you, and I heard it from a rumor. Like, she clarified it as well!” Eugene yelled, trying to knock some common sense into me. “Bruh, Calm down, its done, nothing is going to change my mind,” I said.