Our Story

Just The Beginning

I had just got into summer school. As I walk in, I see two boys looking at me and talking amongst themselves. As I walk past them, one whistles at me. I look back in disgust and continue on. Over the next few weeks of summer school, when I walk in, it's always the same boy that whistles at me.
    Later, on the first day of school, as I'm walking down the hallway, wanting to get to class, a boy walks up to me. Let's call him Michael. He has long curly hair, tall and lean, but cute. He looked to be a mexican, just my type. Michael shakes my hand, shines me a bright smile, and walks off. The same thing kept happening all week. He would see me in the hallway and shake my hand.
    We had our last period together. On Friday, he finally spoke to me. "They told me to give this to you." He says, gesturing towards another group of boys who were sitting across the room.
      As he hands me the note, he flashes the same smile at me and turns to sit down. The note read, "Hey BBG," I knew it was simple, but I also knew it meant something. I wrote a note back that read, "Hey BB, how are you?" I handed the note to him and continued on with my day.
       The next day, I got another note, we continued to talk through notes until one day, I was at a sleepover with a few of my friends. I got a text from a random number that read,

      "Hey."