“She loves me, She loves me not.” I said to myself while pulling the petals off of a daisy under the oak tree in the park. I had been sitting under this oak tree for about 2 hours and my 6-year old sister, Rebeka, pulled the wings off of fireflies to relieve herself of her boredom. “Can we go now? I’m really bored and sleepy.” She complained. I ignored her and looked straight past her to see my angel on a bench getting to now her new “friend”. I know she wasn’t interested in me. She hadn’t been for 11 years and now here we are, about to graduate and she still can’t even see that I love her. I remember when we were kids and she used to stick up for me. I was always called gay because I didn’t like to play sports or crap like that. I enjoyed hanging out with my mom and going to pottery places with her. To ignorant people, it’s mistaken as gay. My angel laughed with her new friend as I bit my lip and pulled off the last petal. She kissed him. I swallowed hard and grabbed Rebeka’s hand. “Becki, Time to go home.”