Today was the first day of eighth grade, and I couldn't help but feel nervous as I walked into my first class. Junior high was a big step up from elementary school, and I wasn't sure what to expect.
But then I saw her, Trinity, and everything else faded away.
She was sitting a few rows ahead of me, chatting and
laughing with her friends. Her smile lit up the room, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.
I wanted to talk to her, to introduce myself and make her laugh, but I didn't know how. I was too shy, too awkward, too afraid of rejection.
So, I sat there, stealing glances at her whenever I thought she wasn't looking, trying to work up the courage to say something, anything.
But the bell rang, and before I knew it, she was gone, swept away by the tide of students flooding into the hallway.
I couldn't stop thinking about her all day. There was something about her that drew me to her, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
But one thing was for sure: I had to find a way to talk to her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I couldn't let her slip away without at least trying to get to know her.
