Carmen Sandiego

For those ten minutes, I was smiling. Because I was just as good as anyone else in the room. Hell, I was better. I was happier.

For those ten minutes, I didn't have homework. I wasn't going to college. The real world didn't exist. I didn't need money. I didn't need anything.

For those ten minutes, you smiled back at me. It didn't matter how bad my sophomore homecoming was or that i skipped freshman year's. It didn't matter that I hated last year's prom, and it didn't matter that I would hate this year's. It didn't matter that I didn't get invited to last week's party and wouldn't get invited to next week's.

For those ten minutes, we danced, and we were happy. I didn't know your name. And for those ten minutes, I was in love.

I guess I was never really good at high school. At least I can say that I was always me. Sure do wish that was worth something.

I'm too young to grow up.