The first time I saw her, she was walking down the 9th grade halls. I was a junior, in 10th grade, but she looked so lost. I had to help her.
"Hey." I walked up to her and waved.
"Uh, hi." She said softly, pulling a few strands of her blond hair behind her ear.
She wore the school uniform, grey polo shirt, khaki pants and black trainers. She had her straight blonde hair up in a messy ponytail, a few strands pulled behind her ear. Her pale blue eyes looked up at me. Her fair skin looked soft, and she held her books in her arms.
"You seem lost." I said, a bit ruder than I wanted to sound.
"I am. Do you know where social studies is? With Mr. Crabenshack?" She asked.
"I'll take you there. My name's Luke." I smiled at her.
"Bella-Audrey. But you can call me Bella. Or Audrey. Either one." She said with a smile.
"You look like a Bella. I'm gonna call you Bella." I decided.
"Alright-y then." She laughed.
We started walking towards Mr. Crabenshack's classroom, getting to know each other better.
I found out she wanted to be a photographer. She had a cat named Nugget, and loved him dearly. She told me all about her love for this band called One Direction.
I've heard of them, and may or may not be a fan, but I didn't tell her that.
Not yet.
I told her about my dream to be a rockstar. I loved playing guitar, and All Time Low.
I couldn't tell her anything else since we reached Mr. Crabenshack's room. We said our goodbyes and promised to meet each other at lunch.
Things were going pretty well, eh?
