I slipped into my usual seat 10 minutes late again. I looked to my right and saw you, the new boy, with old brown eyes and messy blonde hair. I tried to get your attention but you were too focused on learning to hear my desperate pleas. My cries of hope were muffled by the teachers loud voice. I thought you'd never hear me when you turned to the side and tossed a piece of paper on to my desk. I flattened the paper and it was just a drawing of Paris with the words 'One Day' on the side.
