Locker 413

Introduction

At first it was just little handwritten compliments left in my locker. Now its full fledge love letters, sometimes more than two pages. I write back of course but I will never be as poetic or romantic as her. She gets me, she knows everything about me, I thought it was a little creepy at first but after a while I started to wonder about her, seeking more information about her, and falling in love with her. I don't even know her name, I know basically nothing about her. I just want to know her, hold her, make her feel loved. I've told her several times in my letters back that I want to know who she is, that no matter what she looks like or how un popular she is I still love her and want to be with her, but nothing, she won't tell me anything. She said I will find out soon, but how soon? Why is she hiding still? Why does she continue to keep her identity a secret? I'm about to tell the story of my secret admirer, starting from the very beginning, the first day of my junior year. It all started with 5 words written on a piece of paper. Your smile makes me smile. That was it, that was all it said, my smile makes someone smile, I didn't think much about that day I just taped it to my wall in my bedroom as a form of encouragement for me, to make me be a better person. The next day I go to my locker and I find another note. This one said I get up in the mornings just to see your eyes. All I could think was WOW, I was completely speechless. I taped the second note to my wall with the first. I got to school on that Wednesday and yet another note had been left in my locker. Les contraires s'eattirent. French, I don't speck French, I went home that night and googled it, it translated to Opposites attract, I tapped to note to my wall with the other two. As I went to sleep that night I wondered what the person meant by opposites attract. When I got to school the next morning I got my fourth note, Hello by Nikki Flores. I was confused about this but the second I got home that night I googled it, turns out its a song, a really good song. Thursday I got another note that said If you want to write me, my locker number is 413, I will not give away my identity though. I wrote her during my first period class, Who are you, where did you come from, and why do you like me I'm not that special. I put it in the slits of locker 413 on my way to second period. There was a new note in my locker after lunch, I am no one special just a smart girl that no one but teachers notice, I came from here, I was born and raised here in this town, and I don't like you, I'm in love with you. I went home that night and took all the notes and put them in a shoe box and hide them in my closet. The next morning was Friday the first football game of the season, I was pumped I'm finally a starter this year. My note this morning from Locker 413 said Good Luck tonight, first game as a started. I will be watching, you will be the cutest guy out there in my opinion. I wore my red Pirates jersey and a pair of black basketball shorts with my hair down, I wish I could give her my Away jersey to wear tonight. I walked to my history class and sat in my normal seat in the back. Shelby walked in, I often watch her dance around her room late at night. We've lived next door to each other for years, we grow up together, she was my first love, who am I kidding I'm still crazy in love with her. She was wearing a red Pirates t-shirt, denim short shorts, and regular converse. Her hair was curled perfectly and her thick rimmed nerd glasses magnified her beautiful grey-blue eyes perfectly. She was talking to the teacher, I couldn't make out what they were saying. The teacher handed her a book and she took a seat in the front row about 4 seats in front of me, she didn't even see me or notice me. She has grown up a lot since the end of 7th grade. I haven't talked to her or hangout with her since 7th grade, she is like the smartest girl I've ever met, she skipped Kindergarten and 8th grade. In 7th grade she had this tangly mess of natural curls verses her tamed ringlets now, she had those same thick rimmed nerd glasses, short small body type verses her now tall slender body, she is still very quite and keeps to her self, but something changed with her she seems more outgoing and her real self now. She's way out of my league, any guy would be lucky to have her, she will probably go off to some big name University next year and marry some super smart guy who knows what he wants to do with his life. I should just forget about her there is no way I'd have a chance with her, I don't deserve her, she deserves much better than me. I started on my letter to Locker 413, Your notes give me motivation, your love makes me believe I have a purpose, I really needed something like this during this time. I wish so much I could give you my away jersey to wear to the game tonight, let me know if you would like to wear it. About lunch time I got a response saying, I'd love to wear your away jersey tonight however I might risk you finding out my identity if I wear it tonight, one day soon I promise. After school we had a football meeting at the local diner, we ate and talked about plays. I was ready, I was pumped, I knew I had to do my best because Locker 413 would be watching. The game went pretty well, I played strong and helped win the game. I went to the locker room and changed for the after party at my best friend Brandon's house. There was a note in my locker that said, Great job tonight, I'm so proud of you, see you at the after party, you will see me too, you just won't know who I am ;-). The after party was great, I had a lot of fun celebrating the victory of the game. I added the new notes to my collection in my shoe box in my closet and went to bed.