Middle school

Short story

It all started in sixth grade. I was 11 at the time. Just starting middle was a scary time meaning three times more kids than elementary. Learning my schedule was different and I only knew three other people in my grade and one of them was my twin and she had already found a friend to sit with at lunch. At the time I was really shy and I don't know why I didn't look around to all the kids in the sixth grade but I sat alone at the table in the corner and no one really noticing me. As the rest of the day went on I had went to my social studies class which was seventh hour, the second to last class of the day. I looked around at the kids sitting at the red seats and Manila colored desks noticing a blonde knowing that was my twin and a boy sitting in the front left corner with beautiful blue eyes. He had dark blonde hair almost like mine and I found myself getting feelings for him. He was what I called perfect.

As the first week of school past I still sat at the table in the corner during lunch. One day a girl with a plain pink shirt, jean shorts that went down to her knees, brown eyes, brown hair and a somewhat scared smile. She asked me if she could sit with me at lunch and I said sure. About two weeks passed, we got to know each other really well and became friends. The science department created a camp for us at a lake. My friend and I hoped to be in the same cabin together. When the day of the camp came we sat together on the bus. When we got off the bus the teachers gave us name tags that had our groups cabin number on it. We looked at each other's tag and sadly we weren't put into the same cabin. The boy with blue eyes was at the camp with us and kept it secret that I liked him. The camp was fun and I became closer to the other girls in my grade.

As the first semester went on every day I walked into social studies I would always look up at the blue eyed boy and if he noticed me looking at him I'd look away.

The second semester I had decided to switch my English and social studies class because I wasn't with my brown eyed friend. I am glad I did because I have became closer to others and I am also sad that I did because the blue eyed boy doesn't remember me in his social studies class. At the end of the school year the blue eyed boy asked my sister out and she said no and because she was ignoring him I was asked to DM him to tell him everything the she said. About two weeks passed as I texted him through Instagram the feelings became stronger and I finally got the nerve to tell the blue eyed boy how I felt about him. He told me he didn't want to ruin the friendship we had but I didn't care about being in a relationship with anyone I just really liked him. Over that summer we got to know each other better. He told me everything that he did and I told him everything I did in the pasted and we promised to not tell anyone about what more we knew about each other. 

I was always shy in talking to others in person and especially to this blue eyed boy. I could barely get the word hi out when I saw him in the halls in seventh grade. Every day I saw him leave math class because he had that class before I did. I still had looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and look away when I thought he'd see me. I had became friends with a lot of other people and I'm still friends with them.

In my English class which was fifth hour, right before lunch there was another boy. A boy of mixed skin, sparkling brown eyes and just his tiny afro. I had seen him a few times in sixth grade and thought he was cute but never got his name or a good look at his face. He sat behind me in that seventh grade class for a good two months and almost every day I would trip him or push him around when he walked by me. I felt in place with the brown eyed boy but never forgot about the blue eyed boy. The seventh grade year went on remembering both the blue eyed boy and the brown eyed boy.

Now and then the blue eyed boy had "down days" meaning he did things that shouldn't happen. I would always text him when those days happened and told him I cared for him. He is still here and we still know a lot about each other and life is good for the most part.