The Beginning

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My name is Danielle, and I'm a sophomore in high school. I'm pretty outgoing. I used to be a cheerleader and I do beauty pageants for a hobby. I also love to dance, but I've never actually taken a class. I don't particularly fit into one "clique". I talk to anyone and everyone. At this very moment I'm sitting on the floor, leaned up against the big pole near my school's library taking in my surroundings. Then I see him. He's new here, so I'm unsure of his name. I guess it'd be pretty cliche to say it was love at first sight, considering I didn't even know his name. He was most certainly the most beautiful guys I had ever seen in my life. His hair was long, but not in a feminine way. He had an olive complexion and chocolate brown eyes. He was very mysterious, and very very handsome. I really want to know more about him, but I'm shy to say anything. I find that I'm still staring when he catches my eye. He looks back at me for a few seconds and quickly looks down at the ground with a shy smile on his face, and I'm automatically very interested in this new guy. The bell rings for my next class and I hop up off of the floor and gather my things. As I'm walking to my next class I can't help but wonder what grade he's in, and if he could possibly be the same age as me. I really wanted to know more about this dark, beautiful, mysterious guy.

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