The Life of an Introverted Extrovert

Chapter 1

I'm tired.

If you ask what I'm thinking, it's this. I'm always tired. Every teenager or adult can agree. They're always tired. Too many expectations everyday. Waking up. Telling yourself to get up. Attempting to get up. Then falling out of bed. Then getting back in bed. This is the circle of life basically to the mind of a teenager and young adults. It's the first day of College Algebra. Yay. Note the sarcasm. I get up and get dressed with a groan. I put on some skinny jeans and my favorite black, long-sleeved shirt. I slip on my Tommy Hilfiger boots... I'm not a stickup rich kid, if that's what you're wondering. We got them on Black Friday for $40. I grab my coat and backpack and walk out the door to the shuttle. I get off of the shuttle at the Manwaring Center. It's basically the cafeteria and the University Store. I start waking to the Ricks building.
By the time I get to my class, I climbed 3 flights of stairs and about a mile of walking. Not exaggerating. I was so out of breath and my calves were killing me. Gosh, this air is so dry. I need to get in shape. I choose the farthest table . I sit down and a few others come in. I pull out my laptop. I look up for a split second, a tall and dark guy comes in and sits right in front of me in my group. He smiles and says, "Hi! I'm Nate. What's your name?" He had such a great smile. "Hey. I'm Madison," I reply quietly. This man is very attractive. I'm pretty sure he's part Latino. "Nice to meet you Madison." I look back to my laptop trying to find out what assignments we need to do.
After class, Nate waits for me to get my stuff. We walk back to the MC and just talk. I didn't stumble on my words. I always get too nervous when talking to guys that are attractive. But I don't know why I'm comfortable around him. Is it meant to be? Wait, what am I thinking? I just met this dude. Yeah it's BYU-Idaho, or "BYU-IDo". People get married and engaged quickly here. Nate tells me that he was born in in Venezuela then his parents moved to America when he was a few months old. That's interesting. I tell him everywhere I have lived, which isn't places. We get to the place where we have to split up. "Bye Madison," Nate says everyday. "Bye Nate," I reply timidly.

Oh no.. I'm having feelings.. Not good.