Teagan

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every morning
she would sit on the 3rd windowsill
in the silent hallway that lead to the back entrance.

I sat in the 5th.

I remembered that my history assignment was due in a few short weeks, so I decided to get started now.

I got out my notepad and chewed on my other coal black pen.

My teachers words were ringing in my head, "Be creative!"

And that's when I thought of you.

I got up from my windowsill, my heartbeat was increasing the closer I was to you.
When I stood in front of you your large green eyes bulged from their sockets.

"Hi." We're the only words forced out of my mouth

Your cheeks matched your bracelet. They were flushed the cutest pink and I loved it.

"Teagan right?" you managed to squeak out a yes and started packing up your things.

while you were doing so, I asked if I could get walk you to your class.

You nodded and started walking. I laughed a bit and suddenly my neck became itchy and my lips became dry.
I was usually such a flirt with the ladies but I was always a fool around you.

I started to explain to you that I had an English assignment due in just a few weeks. You nodded approvingly, listening to what I had to say.
I asked if during lunch we could go get coffee and you softly said  "sure."




I went through looking at the disgusting plastic-y foods, cringing at the smell of "taco meat" that actually smelled like a fat mans armpit who hasn't showered in 3 days. I decided to skip lunch, as usual...like most kids I wasn't the biggest fan of cafeteria lunches.
You'd think the 3 years I've been here they'd pick up some skills, but no it seems as if they went grocery shopping in the sewers.

I saw you walk in and you shyly looked around, I waved you over and you slowly walked over, shuffling your mud covered timberlines, making high pitched squeaks on the ground.

While we were walking to the small coffee shop down the street I brought up my essay again, explaining how I needed to be creative and such.
You were probably wondering, why is this nut job talking about the same thing he was just talking about four hours ago..

to be continued...

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