Terrible Cupid

When I looked up and saw Cupid, I knew we were in trouble. After I saw Stacy kissing the locker, Tom saying sugared words to the clock, Linda blowing the saxophone so crazily that kept all boys away, I knew the worst thing could happen was being shot by Cupid.

How did he come into our classroom? I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was I should get away from Cupid and his evil arrows as quick as possible. I slipped through the backdoor. The teacher asked me, “Where are you going, Steve?” “Eh… I’m going to the bathroom.”I answered. Then I spent the rest of my class hiding in the bathroom, trying to avoid Cupid.

Finally, the class was over, and I was happy to see Cupid was not there anymore. I picked up my backpack and went to the next class. It was an English class, and we had a good time discussing the book we were reading, Romeo and Juliet, in groups. Chris thought love was bad because it caused the death of Romeo and Juliet; but Nola said, “Suffering is a part of love, isn’t it? It will be sweet only after you taste the bitterness.” “I really tried to give people love without misery…” Where was this mumble from? No one in my class sounded like this. I turned my head, and in a horror, I saw Cupid’s face. I pulled my chair and tried to escape, but in the moment, I felt something hit my chest. I paused, but I could see no arrow hit on my body. Looking up, there was also no little angel with stupid wings around; instead, I saw Nola’s caring, watery, big brown eyes. “You don’t look good, Steve. Are you okay?” Why were her lashes that long and thick? “Nothing, I’m fine, thanks. I just think what you just said is very true…”