Brown-Eyed Boy /// School crush

~Red in the face~

Summer has now way past and school has started. We are on are third day. I'm already getting tired of it, Its hard. Hard to keep organized. Hard to keep concentrated. Hard to be motivated. Guess I have to take it day by day. I grab my toast out of the toaster. 

"BYE MOM" I yell hoping she hear me from upstairs. "bye honey, have a good day!" she yells back. I start on my walk to school. It takes me about 12 minutes to get to school. My mom always tells me I could take the bus. But I honestly like walking, we live in a small town and its pretty peaceful at 7:30 in the morning. And plus, we all know the busses are filled with annoying middle schoolers. On top of that the bus smells like sweaty football boys after a hot game. As I walk I notice the trees leaf's are turning orange on the ends. I think of fall as summers kiss goodbye. Its a great season but its fast and I wish I could enjoy it a lit bit longer.

I walk into the red brick building. Its cold, loud and 7:45 in the morning. I start walking to my first period class when I feel something crash into my side. A boy bends down quickly picking up all the crumbled papers with messy handwriting that fills them. 

"Oh.. I'm so sorry" I say trying to help. "Its fine. Your fine." he says standing up after picking them all up. He stands tall, I look up to meet his eyes. He brush's his hair out of his eyes. His warm brown eyes now looking back at me. " uh I'm going to be late too..." I try to think of what my 1st period class is. It escapes my brain. "I cant remember." I laugh. "You have Science." He grins. " I know that because I have it too." He looks at his shoes. "Oh well I guess I will see you there." I say, red in the face. 

"Yes." he nods. "see you.. " he mumbles. He smiles a smile that says I know something that you don't and its funny. Then he walks off. 

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First period class. He sits in front  of me. How did I not notice him. Brown hair in his brown deep eyes. His smile gives me life in a way no other small gesture could. Focus. Cell unit. Mitochondria is the power house to the cell. He looks over. I break and look at my paper. After class, he comes up to me in the hall. He walks beside me. 

"Hey. " he says. "hi." silence. "your name is Dylan" I note to him. I learned from the attendance. "And yours, Clara." he observed. "Yeahh" I sighed. I started to walk away. "Where are you going?" "French." I shrugged.