"I'm Serena Mobly, I'm 12, and I'm in love with paris" It was the first day of school. Our homeroom teacher was making us say our name, our age, and something about us. I'm shy so this was like running out side naked scary for me." Good next" she called on a boy about my age." Hi, I'm sam, I'm 12 and I'm pretty much the person that knows the most of farming." He had a bright green John deer tee shirt on and jeans. I looked up at him. He was cute. I knew a girl like me never had a chance with a guy like him. I wore ripped jeans, a black tee, a pink mustache necklace, black converse and my favorite Jean jacket. My hair had tons of red in it. I was just not his type. But I knew he was mine. Though out the rest of class I pretended to work but really I stared from distance. He was so cool in the way he talked and laughed. Later after class I asked my best friend tori if he was single but "he's dating kella, why do you care?" I thought should I tell her? No. Better to be quiet. "Because I didn't think he could get a girl." She giggled. He walked out of class I stared. I felt bad but I did. He deserved a good girl and kella was a good girl. She was just his type. I never had a chance
