A troubled teen’s diary
By Sengir84
Grace Empera, the 13 year old sheep girl, is sitting at her desk in her room. She opens a drawer and grabs an old-looking book. She grabs a pen and starts to write.
“Dear diary. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I don’t think I’ve written in here since I moved into this country. But everything has been so wonderful, I didn’t feel like writing my problems here. But I have a new problem though, so here I am.
Ever since I started secondary school I’ve had a great experience and made a lot of friends. My weird appearance questioned people, sure, but by being open about my heritage I learned that most of the other children and teachers are really nice. I’ve never been picked on and even became class president!
But after summer break and starting my second year, I started to feel weird when I was around my PE teacher. He is this handsome dog, he’s nice, helpful and I think I may love him.
I know he is happily married though and I’ve seen his wife once. I wouldn’t want to come between them. It would make me feel terrible.
Some teachers noticed changes in my behavior. My mentor, a really nice bear, gave me some advice. He doesn’t know it is a teacher I have fallen for, but I had to tell someone about these feelings. Opening up even so slightly to him helped me a lot. I wrote a letter to the teacher and asked him to meet me after school someday. I intended to watch his team’s water polo games to give me more time to be around him.
Maybe I should talk a bit about this team. Our school loves their extracurricular activities. There are a lot of sports students can sign up for voluntarily. The two best teams are the soccer team and the water polo team. Most of my friends are in one of those, but I like cheering a lot more.
Anyway, let’s continue with my story.
After a few days there was a water polo game where our team totally obliterated the opponent. The shark twins in particular were spectacular. They’re a boy and a girl, but the girl is so good she is in the boys’ team. I sort of wish I was that athletic, but I digress.
During the match I kept my eyes on their coach, the PE teacher, and imagined the things I might do. Our gazes met sometimes though and I shyly looked away whenever we locked eyes. But I couldn’t resist to look more every time. At the end of the game, as the players all went to the locker rooms, I blew him a kiss while he wasn’t looking, or so I thought. He turned around just as I finished the gesture!
I was so ashamed. I quickly left. But when I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was sure to know about my feelings now. But he didn’t make any sign to reciprocate. I felt terrible.
One day later I had class once again and PE was the final hour. I decided it was time to make my move. If I would not get an answer from him by playing, perhaps I had to show him I was serious. I asked some friends for advice and they said I should just try a kiss. An adult kiss.
I ‘lost’ a bracelet during class and made sure I didn’t have any appointments with my friends. No-one at school would have to know what I was about to do.
When I entered the gym, he was there. A bit sweaty, but still so dominant, so calm, so handsome. My heart skipped a beat once more at the thought of what I was about to do. But as he bend over to assist me in the search for my bracelet I could no longer resist myself and kissed him. Full on his mouth. Considering what I thought earlier about his family, I apologized immediately.
I was surprised that he took it well though. He told me that he knew this was coming sooner or later and that he liked me, but he loved his wife. He asked me if I was really okay to continue, knowing that. I knew he would react like that, but still, I cried a little. It did not change how I felt though and I asked him if it was really okay that I came on to him.
He told me about his home. It was so different from what I was used to. They have such an open relationship at their house, it was something I never could’ve imagined. He said there was a place for me if I wanted to and he gave me his home address with an invitation for a weekend.
This happened yesterday and I have no idea if I should go or not. One side of me is really curious about the invitation, but one side of me is still scared about the reaction of his household, not in the last place his wife.
I started to write this to try and make up my mind. Now dear diary, I think I have.
If things go well, I will be really happy. And if things go bad, I will pick you up once more to write down my feelings.
Goodbye dear diary. I hope I can leave you alone for now.”
She closes her book, puts away her pen and goes to sleep. She would go to the Boder household soon and hear what they have to say.
