A Monday, a crummy, old Monday, I was heading back from school with a butt load of homework. I passed the magazine store on my way home so I thought "why not?" I picked up the latest 'girl fashion' magazine and slipped it in an opening in my large, maroon school bag. When I got home I faced a decision: read the magazine, or start on my maths? "Obviously the magazine!" Usually, I don't do what some girls would do and take ages reading through every single word in every single article, oh no, I just flick carelessly through, trying to find a good and juicy part about celebrity beauty tips 'n' tricks. Then, whilst turning the pages, I saw him.
