This week was the starting week for regular classes. I had just gotten my uniform. I was hoping this day could be fun. I was the early bird of the class. I arrived earlier than intended but who cares? It was my own choice.
Slowly and slowly my new classmates came in, and Julia came in. Of course, she placed her back on her seat walked over to her friends, and conversed. I sat there on my seat, just reading. I was bored and it was the only thing I could do to pass the time.
7:50 am struck and our first subject came, we all sat in our seats and opened our textbooks. Our subject teacher continued to tell us about the topic and write down notes on the board as we all copied.
I love the way this subject teacher teaches, honestly. I'll give her that. As I took notes in my notebook, my gaze flickered over to Julia across the room. To my surprise, she was looking at me. I saw the way she looked away and looked at the board.
I was confused. Do I look weird? Did I do something she finds weird? I don't know what I did but I was confused—but never paid mind to it.
The lesson continued, and it was quite enjoyable together with the jokes our teacher said. I put my book away grabbing the book for the next subject, as we all waited for our next subject teacher to come.
As usual, she was with her friends. I don't know but I can't help but smile whenever she smiles. It's...beautiful.
She was beautiful. Everything was beautiful when it came to her.
Our next subject teacher came in, and like usual my focus was drawn back to the discussion but sometimes my eyes flickered back to Julia every once in a while.
I was a participative student in class, but that doesn't mean I was smart or bright. But whenever I sat back down after answering a question, I noticed her eyes.
But I paid it no mind.
Later in lunch, I noticed something new about her. She was good at dancing. She'd danced to the songs that her friends played, and I couldn't help but admire her from a distance. She was fluent with her moves.
The day continued with discussions and games. It was fun. She was the highlight of my day.
Julia. She was as beautiful as her name. She's as beautiful as Ophelia.
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Julia
Romance"I love her." I spoke looking down at the ground as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. "But does she love you back?..." My friend spoke and that question made me silent. Does she? Yes, but only as a friend.
