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那是最后一次与朋友旅行，我们去了迪士尼—世界上最令人快乐的地方。而对我来说，那是个渴望中心。
八点整，我们看见黄色的校车聚集在泉水中学，轰隆隆的引擎劈劈啪啪失控地响着。当然，我们班几乎未察觉这个噪音，因为大家是如此的兴奋。
我是个嘴巴已经乐开花的中国小女孩，经过五天时间，最后终于说服自己的父母，并答应他们在过山车时不会被绑架、挨揍和投药。
所以我现在能在这里，呼吸着洛杉矶“美好”的污染空气。我看着我的朋友汤姆在做迈克尔•杰克逊的表演。好吧，他跟那个自称流行之王的人没任何相似点，那家伙可是做了一些巨大而又失败的鼻子整形手术的。
“那么凯特，你要去告诉他吗？”提芙总是喜欢折磨我，打听我的“暗恋对象”。她诡秘地笑着，时不时地瞥向埃里克。“快点，这是你最后一次机会了。接着就是毕业典礼，但你父母也会在场，你知道你那时不会有其他机会了。所以我会在现在或许借着搭便车或某事，走上前去对他说出一切。”提芙压低声音一口气跟我耳语完这些。我犹豫地望过去，但令人气馁的是，我遇到了他的视线。真笨，我真笨，真想一头撞窗去。
埃里克有一头浓密乌黑的头发，白皙的皮肤，淡褐色的眼睛和雀斑。我深深着迷于他的这一点。为什么？他让我想起穿皮夹克骑哈雷的叛逆青少年。呃，也许不是摩托车，因为我们都才十三岁。但是不管怎样，他看着很像，而且只穿黑色。天哪，他是那么的神秘。我从未跟任何人说过我的少女情怀，除了我的朋友提芙。我父母肯定会毫不客气地反对，因为我还太小，不应该成天想这个。
我那时十三岁了！你不能期望一个十三岁的人放弃所有爱的想法，是吧？所以这份渴望持续了两年……不，到六年级是三年。这是我能跟他说任何事的最后一次机会了。
结果，我什么都没说，任何事都没有。但我找到了快乐：绕着游乐场跑，跳到不同的过山车上，吃漏斗蛋糕，买太妃糖和魔杖、喝苏打水、吃比萨以及没有父母约束地闲逛。
我曾经一度想为我的快乐和自由而尖叫。
唯一阻止我对埃里克吐露一切的原因，是我清醒的意识：如果现在什么都说了，重点是什么？这个意识一直像唠叨的母亲一样吵着。而且即使我有机会，埃里克也会因为跟我朋友劳拉关系太好而注意不到我。因此我收紧了嘴巴，将我的失望和悲伤埋藏在了心底。

That was my last journey with my friends. We went to the Disney, the most diverting place of the world. But for me, it was the focus of my aspiration.

At 8 o’clock, we saw many yellow school buses gather around the Spring Water Middle School. The engines rumbling and sputtering caused of getting out of control. But my classmates and I did not become aware of the noise, because all of us were so excited.

At that time, I was just a Chinese girl overwhelmed with joy. I had spent 5 days persuading my parents to allow my travel, and ensured not to be kidnapped, attacked and put in poison.  

So could I be there, breathing the fresh polluted air in Los Angeles. I stared my friend Tom imitating Michael Jackson. Well, he has indeed very little in common with that fellow who calls himself the King of the Fashion with a big and ugly artificial nose.

“Well, Kate, will you tell him?” Tiffany always liked to suffer me and ask about the boy who I adored secretly. She smiled surreptitiously and glanced at Eric frequently. “Quiet right; it is the last chance for you. The commencement will be soon, but your parents will be there. And then you won’t be another chance even more. If I was you, I would take the opportunity of lift or doing something to go forward and tell him the whole.” Tiffany lowered her voice and whispered them to me. I looked over to him waveringly, to my discouraged; we were running into each other. “How stupid you are! How stupid!” I even wanted to bump into the window.

Eric has thick black hair, white skin, light brown eyes and freckles. I was really enchanted by them. But why? He made me recalling the treacherous young men who rode the Halley. Oh, maybe not a motorcycle, for both of us was just thirteen. But whether or no, he looked alike, and he wore nothing but black. Oh, my God, how mysterious he was! I never talked about my muddled feelings, except my friend, Tiffany. My parents would opposed it with no doubt, because I was too young to think about it all the time.

I was thirteen at that time! You won’t hope a girl of thirteen to give up all idea of love, will you? So, this aspiration went on for two years…no, for three years to the sixth grade. It was the last chance for me to tell him anything.
In the end, I told nothing, nothing of all. But I founded the happiness: running around the carnie, jumping between the different switchbacks, eating the filler cakes, buying toffees and candy canes, drinking soda, taking Pisa, and roaming without the restriction of my parents.
I have wanted to scream for the happiness and freedom at one time.
What preventing me from unbosoming was that I was consciously aware of what the purpose was after the unbosoming? This awareness was annoying me all along just like my blithering mother. And even if I caught the chance, Eric would ignored me because of the relationship with my friend, Laura. So, I chose to open the mouth, and buried the despair and sorrow deep within myself.

那是我最近一次和朋友出游。我们去了迪士尼，那儿是世界上最多姿多彩的世界。但对我来说，那儿有我梦想的焦点。

八点钟，许多黄色的校车聚集在春泉中学（Spring Water Middle School）。开着的引擎轰轰作响，简直乱了套。但我和同学们全然不在意这些噪音，因为我们太兴奋了。

那时，我就是一个满心欢喜的中国女孩儿。去之前，我花了五天时间说服父母同意我做这次旅行，我还对他们保证我会小心，绝对不会被绑架，袭击，也不会进监狱。
所以我就来了，呼吸着洛杉矶混浊的空气，却觉得很清新。看着朋友Tom模仿迈克尔杰克逊。叫我说，他和那个自称时尚之王，装着臭恶的假鼻子的家伙可一点儿都不像。

“Kate，你会不会对他表白呀？”Tiffany老喜欢这么折磨我，
让我说说自己暗恋的那个男孩子。她鬼鬼祟祟地笑着，时不时地偷偷看看Eric.“听好了，这可是你最后的机会了。不久就要举行学位授予典礼了，不过到时候你父母可在场。到那时候你可就不好开口了。我是你的话，我会抓住机会或故意找茬走过去，统统告诉他的了。”Tiffany压低了声音跟我咬耳朵。我犹豫地转头去看他，却差点和他撞在一起。我心想“我真傻，真傻。”还不如装载窗子上。

Eric长着一头乌黑浓密的头发，白崭的皮肤，深褐色的双眸，脸上还有星星点点的雀斑。我被这些迷住了。但为什么呢？他让我想起那个骑着Halley，阴险狡诈的青年。对了，我不是说Eric骑摩托，我们才13岁呢。但无论如何，他们很像，同样只穿黑色的衣服。上帝啊，他太神秘了。我的思绪一片
混乱，都没法和人说，除了我的朋友，Tiffany。我父母一准会反对，因为我太小了，不应该成天想这些。
当时我只有13岁！你可不能指望13岁的小姑娘对爱情没有任何想法，不是吗？所以这种期待就这么过了两年。不，应该是三年，直到我6年级。那是我表白的最后机会了。


但最终还是什么都没说。但我玩得很开心：蹦蹦跳跳，跑来跑去，吃着蛋糕，买太妃糖和糖果，喝可乐，啃批萨，没有父母看着，想怎么玩就怎么玩。

不吐露心声是因为我很清楚我要那么做的原因。这种清楚的意识总让我心烦，就像我妈。就算我说了，Eric也不会当会事的，因为他和我的朋友Laura在一起。所以我决定把这些写下来，把心中的失望和困扰深深埋在心底。