3 years summer/ 3 vite vere

We met in may

** N/A: Bazohet në vendet që numërojnë klasën e 9-të si shkollë të mesme. Na vjen keq nëse është konfuze. Gjithashtu çdo kapitull do të ketë një kapitull të përkthyer në shqip pas tij**

**N/A: Its based off the countries that count 9th grade as middle school. Sorry if its confusing. Also every chapter will have a chapter translated in Albanian after it**

Small towns are the worst. That's what everyone says. Everyone knows each other, there's no space for some privacy. However for me, it never mattered. Being almost invisible was a blessing and a curse. People were living their lives to the fullest, and I was just going by, following whatever life gave me. 

Staring at the clock at the very front of the class, 7:43. Ninth grade was ending and we were doing consultations. I could barely focus, praying that those 2 minutes to finally go by. Gazing down at my notebook I saw the half assed math problems and the random doodles. We were supposed to come one hour before class started to take extra lessons, to prepare us for high school. Yet only a few people came. Hearing the busy hallways, students waiting by the door, knowing the teacher wouldn't let anyone in unless they were in the consultations.

My middle school was one of the most serious public schools. It held that name up for years, yet our class was the worst. Mostly a party class if you could even call a bunch of middle schoolers that. My classmates were known to be a bunch of activists, always helping for random school activities, never good at studying though.

It didn't bother me much, Id be sleeping in some corner, or doodling. Even when my teacher sat me in the front, I never paid attention. Not because I didn't want to, it was just hard to pay attention to them when no one else was. 

Finally the bell rang and the class was filled with voices, the same voices I've heard for 9 years now. They had changed, grown, developed, but still the same. The teachers said we were like a family, but it felt nothing like it. The years went past so quickly, it seemed like I was looking through flipbooks. The people I knew for 9 years, the people I saw almost everyday, it would be the very last year I ever saw them. I didn't feel very melancholic thinking about that. I felt relieved. 

The only good thing about consultations was that it marked the last days of middle school, but it also meant I got to stay with my grandma for three days. The days I had consultations were only the three first days of the week. So I could spent a lot of time with her thanks to them. Also dance class, the only thing that kept me from bed rotting. I wasn't good at it, too scared to even walk in front of people, so of course I'd be too anxious. Yet it was helping, I couldn't see it, but my mother said so. 

I remember it so vividly, it was around the end of May. The very start of those consultations, a Monday too. It had been such a long day, and the empty streets made it seem even longer. It was around 8pm, nearly 9.  Even though I was passing through a very public street, it was rather empty. I was happy though, no one would see the sad state I was in. All red and sweaty, tired from practice. It was May but it was still so cold, it had to be illegal. 

The empty streets also let me think a little, about nothing in particular, but it was nice to breath a little. Entering a small bakery, hoping I'd find buns. It may sound silly, but every night after practice my grandma made me buy buns so she could make me sandwiches for lunch. She always said I had to eat healthy and not junk food. It was fine and all, I appreciated it a lot too. The problem was that at 9pm, most bakeries were emptied out. People would always buy bread as fast as possible so it wouldn't run out. 

I didn't have the luxury of such a thing, due to practice I couldn't buy it earlier, and I would always be too late. The woman gave me the same pitiful smile she did every night I came. Yes i could ask her to put the buns aside for me but I was too shy to do so. Why were the buns so important? Well other than my well being the next day, it was because I saw him. 

Walking up the three stairs of the bakery while dialing my grandma's number, a small sigh leaving my smile, i knew she would give me the same 'ah, thats okay, come home' speech. Now, this is a clumsy mistake most people do in these books but I almost bumped into someone. 

I could barely see the poor guy I almost fell into as I whispered a sorry. Doe brown eyes staring at me, a small smirk on his face. It's almost funny how time slowed down, the first time it ever did. My whole life went by without anything very eventful. Everyday was the same, yet staring at those doe brown eyes turned it around so fast. My heart almost stopped, just a few seconds but it felt like a whole minute. The guy I almost bumped into had a friend on his side. Long brown hair in a man bun, tanned skin and those doe brown eyes that seemed to stare into my own soul. 

I didnt know at the time, but he would be the one to change my life forever...