Dear Dad

September 14th

September 14th,

            I rushed to get to school early.  I arrived twenty minutes before the bell for first period rang.  I spent the time wondering the halls looking for Anabella.  When I found her she was sitting on a windowsill writing in a notebook.  I walked over and sat next to her.  “Hey” I said trying to get her attention.  She looked up at me, smiled, and waved.  Then she went back to writing.  “What’re you writing?”  I asked peering into her notebook.  The title read simply, “The World”.  I smiled and nodded my head saying, “Cool title.  Is that for writing class?”  She shook her head yes.  “Do you mind if I read it?”  I asked.  She closed her notebook and held it to her chest shaking her head no.  “Can I read it when it’s finished?”  I questioned curiously.  She paused for a moment, thought about it and then shook her head no again.  “Are you going to have someone read it to the class?”  I asked trying to find some way that I was going to be able to read her work.  She shook her head no again.  I let it go. 

            The light from the sun that came through the window formed a sort of halo around her head.  She looked at me and her eyes sparkled.  She was beautiful.   For reasons I don’t know or understand, there was a feeling inside me that wanted to spend all day just sitting there staring at her.  I had to find a way to spend more time with her.  “What class are you going to?”  I asked quickly.   She held up her algebra notebook.  “May I have the honor of walking you to class?”  I asked in a fake accent.  She smiled and blushed then nodded her head yes.  She jumped off the windowsill and I picked up her books and carried them.  I held out my arm and she held onto it.  We walked down the hallway like a fancy couple that was walking into a ball.  It was marvelously wonderful.