Only You

"Kelly Gray". 

I straitened in my seat. The science teacher obviously didn't remember me from last year and he started looking around the room, impatient. 

Raising my hand, I shouted "Here!"

He looked my way with his huge, mutlicolored glasses... what a sense of style.

I, on the other hand, had decided for the first year of my life that I wanted to look attractive for the first day of school. Not because I didn't know anyone, quite the opposite, but because I had found out that my crush was in all of my classes. ALL of them. Seven out of seven hours of class. Can you believe it? 

"Scott Brown"

There he was. As handsome as ever, he raised his hand. I couldn't help but notice he got a lot more muscular since last year... maybe he was trying to impress somebody... maybe that somebody was me? 

Yeah right, like that could be possible. I was probably the last girl he would think of if he wanted a girlfriend! Just thinking of that made me frown. 

My best friend Julie, who was seating a couple rows behind me, sent me a crumbled piece of paper. I opened it and obvioulsy found a message written in purple, her favorite color, that read "everything all right? First you smile and then you frown... Let me guess, you're thinking of Scott?" I giggle quietly, she knew me so well! I took a pen from my pencil bag and answered "Maybe... :)".

Julie and I both had a crush on Scott since he first moved to town four years ago, in fourth grade. He came from Australia so he had, and still has, that cute accent. Everytime he talked I would start to dream. 

Suddently the science teacher, Mr. Callet, hit his 1 meter ruler stick pretty harshly on the new, awesome SmartBoard. I remembered his acts from last year. We had to evacutate the classroom once because he hit the SmartBoard too hard, it fell on the ground, and a million sparks flew into the air; forcing us to leave. Arg, that teacher was the worst teacher I've ever had, but now that Scott was in my class, I didn't mind too much. 

"Get into pairs of two!" YELLED Mr. Caller, "We are dissecting a frog!"

As a responce, he got a loud, disgusted sound.

What kind of teacher makes us dissect a frog on the first day of school? 

Then I remembered I was in Mr. Catter's class. Yep, he was pretty weird.

I jumped out of my chair to meet Julie and we got started on our rather disgusting task. A frog can be interesting but boy, did we have to see the insides! 

As I was doing my work, I couldn't help but notice Scott's friend looking at me.

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Hi person who is reading this! 

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Lisa :p