The Summer I Won't Forget

Chapter two

Today was the last day of high school by Monday morning I will be on the next flight to Paris.Paris
No one could understand the bundle of joy that is running throw me right now.
Walking down the corridors put me in a bad mood I didn't like the feeling of not being able to do this again. I mean yeah, I am so glad that I'm leaving but it's also sad to say goodbye to a placeg you spent most of your teenage life going to, however glad I am to leave I will still miss this place.
" You will truly be missed aria" my teacher Mr Clark said. Out of all the teachers at this school I'm defiantly going to miss him the most. He made me think of life in a different way, for instance if there is two apples on the table both from the same place, both from same farm however the one on the left tastes better than the one on the right. so he gave me a slice of the apple on the right and then on the left. when asked which one I preferred I said the left, to then he replied " do you like the left because I told you the left is better or do you taste the difference?" I was baffled and didn't know what to say, it must have showed because he then went on to say " the pieces I gave you are from the same Apple" after a while it finally sunk in what he was trying to tell me. he continued " just because some one says that something is better doesn't mean it is nor does it mean that it is best for you or that you will like it"
That man was wise.
" Mr Clark to think I thought you hated me, you picked on me all the time!"
Mr Clarks face became serious
"It's because I saw some thing in you, your special aria and one day you will see just how great you are, I wanted to make sure you left with all the knowledge I have to help you with life,uni, and to help you grow as a person" he smiled and exchanged a hand which I shook. we both hate good byes, there just so sad and depressing.
" Thank you Mr Clark, thank you for everything" was all I could some up out of all the words and emotions running throw me right now.
"No need to thank me" Mr Clark said walking to his seat and sitting down with a sigh " it's my job, now off you pop, I have children to torture" he said with a wink will I turned around laughing. as I walked out of the classroom and I walked straight into none other than Chris Richardson, the Lord truly blessed him. he had green eyes with brown curly hair that feel effortlessly to his broad shoulders. chris had sharp cheekbones that models would die for with kissable lips that you couldn't help But admire his godly built body, he had just the right amount of bulk, oh and he always wore black expect for he red bracelet that he carries round with him. rumour has it he never takes it off.
"Hay sport" he said with an Oscar winning smile and sexy deep voice that only Angels could pull off.
I couldn't help but blush. I have had a crush on this guy ever since I was little. I mean who couldn't?
His mum and my mum have been best friends ever since high school, so I always saw him around. we used to be quite close but then puberty hit him first and the rest was history. while I found it hard to communicate with him with out turning brighter than a tomato, girls at are school flaunted everything they had to get just a second of his attention.
Come on aria say something
"Hay buckle head" nice one.
he burst out laughing. God his laugh was nice, I would give anything to hear that every day when I wake up and when i go to bed. imagine waking up to him every morning. I sighed inside, one could dream.
"Buckle head huh?" He said with a smile " I like it"
I just smiled and looked at the floor.
" It's a shame I won't get to joke about with you anymore" his smile dying down.
" Well, there is a great thing our modern generation use to communicate to one another, it's called a phone see look" I took out my phone and dialed his number, not even a second later his phone started to ring, with a smile he answered " very funny"
" It's just amazing what these little fellas can do right?" I said ending the call an putting my phone in my back pocket.
" Amazing, listen I was wondering if you wanted to go to the lake later on? You know, for Old times sake" he asked looking away and dare I say it blushing?
"Sure, I don't mind" I smiled
Suddenly his face lit up as he smiled at me.
"Great! I'll pick you up"
"Alright bye chris" I waved and turned around to make sure he didn't see the stupid grin on my face.
" By buckle head" I heard him cry out just before I turned the corridor.