The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, not touched.
But are felt in the heart.
-Helen Keller
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Dianna
Marcell Danby-Day 1
"No, Marcell! You don't care about me enough! You never help me up the stairs, or with my homework, or..." Cathy kept on going on and on about how I'm not good enough for her. But she won't let me go, because then she'll loose her whole "reputation" and stuff. Yeah, I know a lot of people because I'm nice and I help people (too much). My whole life I've been working my hardest, succeeding, and somehow never quite achieving my old mans rates. I get over 100% in all of my subjects and it'd still not enough. I suddenly felt a slap to the face. Cathy looks at me and screams "IT'S OVER!". Cathy is a hot blonde chick who thinks to much of her self, and honestly, I don't know why I was still with her until now. Never liked her... it just.. happened. She was to average, boring, didn't connect with me at all. She's hot, but I'd never call her beautiful.
I look up at the clock. Three minutes till second period. I grab my stuff out of my locker and I see Cathy making out with some freshman. I sigh. She's going to get aids one day, I swear. I get in class and sit in the very back. It's math, and I suck, well, for me at least.
"Heeeeyy man!" I look up and I see Jarrel. I crack a smile and say "Hey! How are you?"
"Better than you man! Listen, I just heard, and wowza, sucks to be you!"
"Eh, not really. Never really liked her anywise..."
"Keep on saying that!" he laughed, then she walked in.
She was around 5'5, with long bright red hair. She wore black skinny jeans and a white shirt with red converse to math her hair. She looked crazy.. but for some reason it but a smile on my face. She had pale skin and blue eyes. She had a wide smile, and then turned to me. I held my breath. She just walked by me and sat two seats away from me.
"Hello? Are you there?" Jarrel waving his hands in front of me.
"Jarrel Longstock, what are you doing?" asked the teacher. Everyone chuckled, even I did.
"Shut up kids! Let's get started on some math!" shouted the teacher.
The whole math class I couldn't help but glance at her. She was gorgeous, in her own way. The bell suddenly ringed, but I stayed in my chair and watched her wait for the crowd to leave before she left. She sighed, and then noticed I there and smiled.
"Hey," she said
My words were gone.. I couldn't speak.. I finally managed "hi..."
"Are you okay?" she raised an eyebrow, "Cause if you aren't, then welcome to the club."
"No, I'm feeling great!" I stuttered. I was. "But why aren't you?"
"Math. I'm like a bear trying to fly when I do it." she shook her head in disappointment in hers self.
"Not as bad as me!"
"Wanna bet? what are you getting?"
"... 109%.."
"..... holy.crap. I'm get 56%!!! HOW ARE YOU BAD?!?"
She looked confused.. it was cute... "I don't like it..." i said
"OH YEAH SURE" she laughed.
"GET THE HECK OUTTA MY CLASSROOM YOU POOPMUTTS!" the teacher suddenly shouted.
"CHILLO MY JELLO TEACHERRO!" she suddenly shouted back.
"OUT!!" he yelled, "OUT!"
We ran out, laughing. "I've always wanted to talk back to him," i said, "He's always yelling"
"I gotta go!" she said.
"Wait," i grabbed her arm and asked "Whats your name?"
"You first," she said
"Marcell Danby, now yours...??" i stuck out my hand
"Dianna. Dianna Smith" she said with a smile and shook it.
That was the first time I fell in love.
