Hey, Im Michelle Grassi 18 years old. model well not yet exactly I am going to collage. I slipped my combat boots on and grabbed my phone running out the door and jumping into my car 7:30am. Just enough time to get to collage in time, I said as I slid my new Beyoncé cd into the radio. I stopped on the way to grab heaven in a cup. (Or starbucks whatever floats your boat.) I arrived at my destination at 8:30. "Shiz!" I cursed out loud. "Im late." "Great just great!" I ran into the school with a humongous bag hanging from my arm "God this is heavy!" I thought to myself groaning from the sharp pain arising through my arm. "Dernit! Cramp cramp!" I said while switching the bag to the left side and realizing that switching the bag only made my left side hurt to. Oh well I geuss ill just have to forget the pain which wouldn't be a problem since tall blond and gorgeous distracted me. "You need help?" He said while approaghing me with hands out. "Sure thanks!" I said smiling politely. "My pleasure." "What room are you in?" He added. "Um.. 12." I said. Man hes HOTTTTT! I said inside my head imagining us on a beach somewhere celebrating our love. I laughed at myself and took a sip of my mocha. "Here ya go." He said as he sat my bags down in a chair. "Thank you so much!" I said with a smile. "Your welcome... You might need help,... ya know with those bags... there pretty tuff to Carry maby you should get my number." I couldn't help but laugh at his poor excuse to get my number. "That is true." I said in my high voice, while writing my number onto a peice of paper. Tall blonde and gorgeous man that's an understatement.
