Becoming Fearless

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Her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining. Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly with her not trying. She's so beautiful..And I know that she's the one.

So I'm sitting in Math class. Trying to focus on my work, and all of a sudden. BOINK. An eraser flies over and hits me on the head. So I'm like what in the world?! And I pick it up to give it to the person sitting beside me which happens to be a beautiful girl. So I don't say anything. Lame, I know. But what are you supposed to say to someone who you know is the one for you? I didn't wanna mess it up. But I just knew she was the one. When I looked into her eyes, my heart was beating faster...Okay, now I'm sounding mushy. But it's true.

I just need to find a way to talk to her! But how? The only class we share is Math (that I know of) and I don't even know her name. Ugh she's running through my head. I can't get her out.

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Next day in math, I'm totally out of control. I get -1 on our quiz, and I NEVER get -1! I don't know what's happening. It's just that girl! I can't stop thinking about her. But I'll have to. For my grades. I can't loose focus now! I gotta be at the top of the class. My parents aren't going to pay my way for college, that's for sure. My Dad is somewhere in Florida, probably getting drunk, and my Mom spends every month with a new boyfriend. She's had so many, I have a list of about 14, just from this year. My mom doesn't care about me. All she does is drink and flirt with other men. Does she care about my father either? Probably not. She doesn't wash my clothes, fix me dinner, teach me how to drive? Nope. Nada. None of that. The only thing she does is give me money every week to buy food..and stuff I need. Birthdays? Well sometimes I might get a card from my Dad with some cash, or maybe another family member who lives in Canada. But other than that, yeah I'm pretty much on my own. I feel like if I meet 'her', and I tell her this- my story- that she won't want to be with me. That's even IF I get the courage to talk to her, and IF she likes me. Ugh! This girl, she's driving me insane!! I just have to talk to her! I'll need to find a way. I have to find a way!

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Okay, so don't judge me. I'm not a crazy stalker guy who watches girls all the time. This girl is already special to me. And I'm not gonna let her just float away from me. I WILL talk to her. No matter the cost. After class, I followed her (secretly) to her locker, to find out which one it was. I then followed her to her next class, to know what it was, and it so happened that her next class was science. And my next class was English. Yay. That meant I had to run all the way to the other side of the school! *Sigh* The costs of love. 

I was walking, make that running, no actually sprinting, down the hallways when I was stopped by no other than Zach Peterson. School jock and popular guy. "Hey you." he said, stepping in front of me, blocking my path.

"Um...Hey..Zach" I mumbled, not believing I was actually talking to him. He usually only talked to people who gave him a good 'image'. But since we were alone in the hallway, I guess that didn't really matter now.

"What's your name?" He questioned?

"Samuel. Samuel Collins." I replied.

"Samuel." He said, testing out the name. "You're skipping class now? I thought you were a goody-goody who always turned in their work and got to class on time."

 I winced at the insult. "Well..I'm, er, ..."

"I see." Nick interrupted. "So you must want to join our gang?" He questioned.