A Forbidden Kiss

"All right, right in front of everyone, I am going to pour everything inside this box." Mr. Morgan announced the second he picked up one of those papers scattered on the table. "We will start the counting of the votes. The first vote goes to... APPROVED."

Even though it was still the first vote, Dylan could not deny the anxiety that was written all over his face. I could even catch a glimpse of the continuous trembling of his shoes under the table.

"Here goes the second vote," Mr. Morgan continued, "The second vote says, APPROVED! Two for Disapproved while none for Approved."

This time, I started to feel anxious for Dylan when he started biting his fingernails. It was supposed to be the first two votes but Dylan's world started falling into pieces.

I started to wonder what he might do if he heard another disapproved of the votes. And there are thirteen more votes to count.

Mr. Morgan suddenly cleared his throat as though he was removing the cold air that stu