It was year 2004, I was a junior in high school. Just turned 17 in the spring. Quite the fob, like always, perhaps even a loser in high school. But that didn't stop me from getting to know everyone I could, I had friends from different group of people. They were quite fun to hang out with, from Hmongs to emos, to punks, skaters, geeks, preps, and what nots. No, I was still just a loser trying to find the right crowd and fit in. No girl friend either, no Hmong girls took interest in me. I thought to myself it was because I was a fob.

I joined many clubs too, just hanging out with whoever. One of many was Hmong club, we didn't do much there. I was just a loud mouth, blurring out any cool idea I got for the club to be better, any activity that I thought would be fun. Then I was also the school newspaper's editor. I just loved writing and editing other people's writing. It was my passion.

As many of you can see already, I tend to write like crazy on any topic and every topic possible. Of course, I like writing stories more, just like this one. Preferably a fictional story with a good moral to it. Once a week, I would publish a story in the school news, people loved to read them, at times there was haters too. But that's not what this story is about.

Well, secretly, I had an admirer for my writing. She just loved the way I wrote. I didn't know about it until it was nearly too late. Luckily, I caught her at the right time and we started talking. She told me of the hidden feelings she had for me. How she admired me from a distance and observed my writing every time I write something.

Within a month, I feel in love with her. It felt as if I was with her for years already. She was everything I could ask for and more. That's probably why I fell for her so quickly. It was so quickly, one second we're friends, next month, I was all about her. She was my everything. She loved reading so much, well, she did tell me about her love for Harry Potter books. I just write, I don't really read books, so I didn't know much about Harry Potter, other than I saw half of one movie.

Anyways, since she loved reading so much, I invited her to edit the school newspaper with me after school. It was me and her alone. Usually there's other people helping me out, but on that day they were busy with their own things. No, we didn't do naughty things like you guys think. I respected her and I wouldn't do that to her. Besides, I had work to do, it was volunteer, but I still loved the passion of it. And what if someone walked in on us, that would be dreadful. I save all that for our "private time". See, I'm a good boy.

So on the way of weeding out good and bad stories, she came across an entry submitted by someone she knew. After reading the entry, she suggested that I don't put it in the school paper. I haven't even got to it yet, usually there's a section for everything from news, activities, plays, events, and nonsense.

I glanced at the time before I even read the entry, I told her that it was late and I would read it tomorrow. School was closing and we should get going before her parents worry. You know, we're Hmong people. Hmong parents are always wondering if some Hmong guy stole their daughter. I know, I know, I'm just kidding. I packed my stuff and was ready to leave.

She asked me to not put it in again. Hrm, I thought to myself. Then I told her again that I would look at it tomorrow and for us to go home. Holding on their hand, I tried to assist her up. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes and in a sweet voice told me to seriously not put it in the school paper. Now, I was curious of why she was so against that entry. What was wrong with it?

She said she just didn't like it. Well, I told her the same thing again, I would look at it tomorrow. It's just an entry submission, why would it matter so much to her? I urged her for us to leave before the school closed. Yet, she still insisted that I must do it tonight or else. Or else what, I thought to myself. She said, or else she'd tell people that I said mean stuff about them.

Wait a second. What? I was totally lost now. I didn't want to read it that night, it was time to leave and go home. I'm not even getting paid for the job, so why must I work overtime I told her. It's just something that I volunteered for. Why is she so persistence in me not accepting this article? This time, I was serious, we had to leave.

It didn't work, even saying it nicely. She still wanted me to exclude it that very moment. No, I just want to go home, we can do it tomorrow, I told her. And there are the threats again. I told her to stop joking around, since she has a nice sense of humor. It's hard to tell when she's playing at times though and when she's not. I thought she playing with me, then I realized she wasn't joking.

I plead with her to leave, yet she refused. Now at my peak, I completely lost it. I don't know what went wrong with me at the moment. In an uproar, I told her I'd do it then if she's so insistence. I glanced at the entry quickly, not even reading one word, only the title. Shoved it in the rejected pile and turned to her. There, I done it, now she should be happy again.

Her face filled with disappoint at me. What have I done wrong now? I couldn't think of what I did. She said it was too late to do it now. It's not like it would help at all if I did now. She told me to shut up and stop talking to her completely. Woah? A total change in this wonderful woman I fell in love with. The caring, understanding, sweet, nice lady that captured me.

I tried to ask her about the situation, but she wouldn't tell me. Only thing she said was that I was the problem. I thought to myself, what could I have possibly done wrong? I just told her that I'd do it tomorrow and asked her why she was so against that entry? Or was it the person who wrote the entry? Clueless, my mind didn't know the answer.

She just kept telling me it was me, I should of just done what she asked in the first place and it would of all been good. But I thought to myself, that's just wrong. I couldn't do that without careful evaluation. And as far as I know it, that entry had nothing to do with anything that concerned us. Yet she was so upset at me for it.

Sadness crept upon my heart. A cold, dropping feeling surrounded me. I tried to relax myself, yet my heart just felt like drowning in tears. I mumbled up the courage to tell her that that entry had nothing to do with our present relationship, why is she so against it that she would get mad at me for something that doesn't concern us. Something that even if it was submitted, we wouldn't die to it.

The radio suddenly aired the song, Mad by Ne Yo. What a coincidence? It's just like us, we were fighting over nothing. I couldn't go to bed with her mad at me nor me mad at her. Then I paused, saying all this stuff to her and yet she's ignoring every word I'm saying. I wasn't even getting through to her. The sadness crept upon me once more, my heart even heavier than before. Then I told her I was going for a walk, I was going to walk and think about the girl that I fell in love with. The girl who told me she loved me.

I slowly walked out, questioning myself what I did wrong to the girl I love so dearly. What have I done wrong to deserve this? I tried to pray for the answer, yet none came. I thought about the answer, yet found none in my head. What was it that I have done? My newspaper heart was crushed...