Red tie insists that I call him Daniel. I tell Daniel not to fall in love with me. He answers with a “Who says I’m going too?” He asks surprised, but at the same time, he gives me that kind of look where he’s in love with me, and all that cheesy stuff. I tell him I will not fall in love with him. “I don’t believe in love”, I say. I explain to him that there is not any scientific proof of actual love. Only songs, poetry, and marriage. Life has no meaning, love is a feeling but it’s only temporary. Many people fill in the coffee shop as Daniel, and I talk about love, and time machines. “What if I told you I could get you to fall in love with me scientifically?” Daniel says. “I would scoff” I say. Daniel pulls out his phone, and searches an article by New York Times with thirty- six questions.

As Red Tie looks at me, I can’t help but ask “Why are you staring at me?” He blushes, and I can’t help to notice that now I’m staring. After all this staring, I ask why he even had a suit on this whole time. He said he had a interview with Yale. Wow he must be smart! Quickly, he asked if I wanted to get something to eat. I wasn’t sure why he wanted too, but he wouldn’t give up on the idea. As we walk two blocks, we pass coffee shops, and finally choose one. The shop is filled with mahogany and dark wood. As I turn my phone on to see the time, he asks if I have to be somewhere. I answer with a “Yes.” I decide to be direct with red tie, and tell him “Well, I’m not exactly being nice to you.” He asks me a pretty serious question, “What would you do with a time machine?” I lean forward, and really think about the question. “And we’re ignoring the grandfather paradox?” I ask. He had no idea what I was talking about, and there I was explaining the whole thing. I don’t exactly tell red tie the whole truth about what I would do with a time machine.

As I walked out of the record store confused about everything that just happened, I stopped at the crosswalk and plugged my pink headphones back into my phone. I shut my eyes to block out everything that is happening, every person that is walking around me, and all the buses and cars moving. All that I focus on is the only thing that matters right now, my music. As I step off of the curb someone yanks me backward while grabbing my arm. My feet tangle with theirs, and I lose my balance and fall onto them. I open my eyes, and realize it was the boy with the red tie! My phone slams onto the pavement with my headphones. That guy almost killed me! Does this boy even know how long I’ve had my headphones? I cradle them in my hands as if they’re a baby, as I’m about to cry. How can this day get any worst? Red tie offers to buy me another pair, but new ones could never  replace them. He looks like he’s about to cry as he sees my tears. I couldn’t have him buy me another pair, when he just saved my life! I thought I’m really mean to the person who just saved my life!  This is the worst day. Red Tie looks away from me, as if he’s about to cry, but why? I barely know him, why would he even care about what happenes to me? I’ve had these headphones ever since my family moved to America. My father gave them to me when he was still hopeful for making it big in America. They were my first love, and most times they seemed like they were the only thing that understood me. They know all my favorite  songs, they know how much I worshiped my dad, and they know that I hate myself now for not worshiping my father at all. 

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Dear journal, today was weirder than usual. When my mom simply told me to give up, I got up, and grabbed my text books, and headed out the door. I headed to the Immigrations building in Manhattan. I knew this was my one chance to try, and maybe someone could help my family and I. I tried to have fate, but I don’t even believe in God. As I walked in the building the same old security guard Irene, checked my bags, and always had to touch my phone case. The meeting did not go so well as I broke down in tears, and gave a whole speech about how people don’t know my real homeland. I made sure to make another appointment with someone else after my breakdown. I knew I couldn’t give up. On the roads of Time Square, I sort of got too caught up in my song. I’m sure lots of people found me tripping on the roads. When I walked into the record store with my headphones on I immediately saw my ex boyfriend with another girl. Suddenly a boy with a bright red tie was behind me the whole time. I felt him following me from the street. It felt like I’ve seen him before, but just we met. As I was watching my ex, he agreed with everything I said. He had a nice smile, and I wondered what he even went in the store for. He didn’t buy any music, it seemed as he was there just to talk to me. But, I didn’t even know him.