1st Sight

I'm Kingston. I'm 15, I'm tall, skinny, and dark. I go to school in Houston, TX. At my school there's two kinds of popular. 1 - rich. That's all you have to be to become popular. If you're a girl just be pretty, wear makeup and name brands, and either carry Michael Kors, Louis Vuitton, or DB on your arm. And if you're a boy, just play sports, wear nike or khakis, and just be in AP classes. 2 - different. Be different and well-known. That's the popular I am.

Anyways lets get to the point why we're really here. It all started in March, the week before Spring Break. There was this girl, her name was Ciara. She was in the popular-1 group. She was smart, had Michael Kors, wore name brands & make up, and danced. I don't know if she was smart or not. I really liked her. Not just the ordinary like. I'm talking about the "like" like. I could never stopped thinking about her. I even failed a test because of her. She was on my mind 24/7. Let's get to the point.

It was 3:50 PM, and I was walking out the school with my bestfriend. I like having a girl bestfriend because she can tell me the right from wrong when I'm looking for someone. Anyways, I told her about Ciara and she spazzed. She told me that she thought we look good together even before I told her.