So there's this girl I often see after "classes" and she's even in the same troop with me. I don't know why, but recently every time I see her I get this feeling. I don't know to describe it except for a pain in my chest and somewhere a lower. She's nothing special: brown hair in a ponytail low on her head, round face, average height and build, hazel eyes, not exceptionally large or small chest but, large enough that it's noticeable. I hate her.
It was drilled into us since we reached of age that any feelings like this were useless. They're disgusting and only cause trouble. The only people who feel like this are Proles, low class and dirty sub-human things that live in the Party's ghettos. Everyone knows that Prole women sell themselves for that disgusting Victory gin that my father seems to like so much. This is the radar knowledge but it's still well-known. …show more content…
I don't know what to do! She seems to be on my mind a lot lately and every time I sleep I can't help about dreaming about her. It's even worse in the morning. Ugh! I don't even want to think about
It was drilled into us since we reached of age that any feelings like this were useless. They're disgusting and only cause trouble. The only people who feel like this are Proles, low class and dirty sub-human things that live in the Party's ghettos. Everyone knows that Prole women sell themselves for that disgusting Victory gin that my father seems to like so much. This is the radar knowledge but it's still well-known. …show more content…
I don't know what to do! She seems to be on my mind a lot lately and every time I sleep I can't help about dreaming about her. It's even worse in the morning. Ugh! I don't even want to think about