FoxFire Project

The Foxfire Project, begun by Eliot Wigginton and his students in the 1960s, was designed to save from oblivion the local color of a particular Southern region: the dialect, customs, recipes, antiques, manners, clothes, games and rituals of a particular area.

As a class, the students enrolled in Ms. Rojo's AP English Language and Composition class have compiled their own stories for their own version of a “Foxfire E-Magazine” renamed "Leafing".

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

El Amor


   Ah el amor. Two words love sucks. I learned this the hard way. You see my mother raised me with Disney movies so I was all about the glass slippers, true loves first kiss, getting married at a castle. That's all I've ever wanted my happily ever after. Anyways I was a freshman when I first saw her. Yes her. We had art class together and well for me is wasn't love at first sight. We occasionally texted but we fell out of touch until my sophomore year when I had her for a computer class where when I saw her I was so relieved to see someone I knew. From the first day we were flirting even on paper writing silly notes to each other. It wasn't until she asked me to kiss her that's when I felt the butterflies they never stopped since then when I started talking to her in that class. I asked her to take me to the store she did. 
    Then we were there in her car when she said " y mi beso?" I turned beyond red acting like I didn't know what she was talking about them she leaned in as I like too say about 90% she waited for me to come the 10% and I did but I got out of the car immediately. Of course coming out was a very touchy subject especially to your parents. My mom, my brother, and I were in when all if a sudden the song " same love " comes on by Macklemore and since it was my favorite song my brother made a joke " watch Eva be gay because she likes this song." It was no secret now I agreed and the car stayed quiet my mom said " Mija I love you no matter what." My brother noises his head in agreement. A weight lifted off my chest. I told them about the girl I was talking too. They didn't mind at all. Later on September 9, 2013 she asked me to he hers I'm the cutest way possible. She told me to extend my hand and close my eyes I happily accepted. We dated, we fought, we argued, we texted, she met my family my older siblings pretty much everyone except my dad and my grandma they will never know not even in their death bed.
10 months later towards the end if my summer vacation things were rocky between me and Stacie non-stop fighting, bickering just not the same. She texted me that she no longer wanted to hurt me, and if you love thing set it free. That's when I lost my heart she was gone. Just gone. Eventually I got myself together and got back into the world. I didn't die I'm still here.

2 comments:

  1. I'm sure most girls think love stories are like Disney movies, but see, reading this makes you realize that love is not a fairytale and you don't necessarily need to fall in love with a person of the opposite sex. I really liked your story.

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  2. A lot of people under estimate how hard it is to come out. It takes more courage than people think. Just because your love story wasn't the classic disney story with a prince and a happy ending, doesn't mean that it wasn't real or genuine. It gives your love story substance and I like that.

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