I have terrible news! I found out that my cute English teacher, who I have a crush on, is going back home to live in Ireland soon. What should I do?
I was thinking that maybe I should rush down to the airport on the day that he's leaving, and there I'll confront him and confess my love to him. Obviously, he'll tell me that he loves me as well, and then he'll decide not to go away because he doesn't want us to be apart.
After that, we'll probably go on the run together - maybe to South America where it's warm - and we'll adopt new identities. I will be called Tinker Bell, and he will be called David Tennant. We'll travel around in a small rickety caravan, but our love will make it seem like paradise. We'll carve out a respectable living by performing folk songs wherever we stop, and I will sell paintings after learning how to paint. And then when I turn eighteen, we'll have a nice wedding in a small Brazilian chapel and we'll probably live happily ever after.
Do you think that this is a good idea?