A thousand years

I’ve been waiting a thousand years for this. At least that’s what it felt like. Everyone I know has it. Everyone is obsessed with something. I wish I had that. My brother has baseball, my mother has her bakery and my father has his coin collection. Even my friends have something special. I want to love something, obsess over something. Nothing interest me. I heard a knock on the door. I ran down the stairs to get it. “Hey!” My best friend Angie said excited. She was always happy. That made me happy. She was also the only one who knew about my secret of wanting to be obsessed. “Guess what?” "What?" I said a little anxious. "I found what you are obsessed with." "... And... What is that?!" "Your obsessed with becoming obsessed!" She laughed in my face, obviously joking. I thought about it for a while. Angie stopped laughing as she saw me become serious. " You don't actually think your obsessed with being obsessed, do you?" I gave her a meaningful look. "Your pathetic." "I'm just joking, okay."
Rohmee Mathe