Marcel my love

The new

Everyone was huddled around a table. I just sat there and ate but finally a girl came from in between them all. She was beautiful. She had red hair and blue eyes. And what she did next felt like a slap the the face. She looked at me. Right into my eyes.

I over herd later a few girls talking about her she was a exchange student from America and her name was Layla. She was so wonderful. Either that or I was sick. I had never felt like this before so I couldn't tell.

The next period was my favorite. It was English. We're there were no people that would beat me up. As I walked into the class and there she was. The most beautiful thing in the world. She was coming my direction. Oh god.

"Hi! I'm Layla!" She said cheerfully

"I'm-I'm Marcel" I said stuttering

"Nice to meet you" she stuck out her hand for me to shake and just when I got the nerve to do it Jane came over.

"Hay Layla?" Jane said

"Ya"

"You don't want to talk to him he's not anyone you would like"

"Oh ok" she said sounding like if she was being punished. Jane started pulling her away. "Nice meeting you" she said in the sweetest voice I had ever heard in my life.

I suddenly felt sick. The head of the hockey team came over and took her hand. I could here him say "would you like to go on a date with me?"

I felt something come up my throat. I rushed out side the room to the hallway. It wasn't really a better place but defiantly better then in front if her.

So I was sent home. I was sick in bed the rest of the day. Well now I know what being in love feels like and really I hope I never feel it again.