March 14,2016

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ITS PIE DAY!!!
Ok, so, there is this guy in my class, I will not say which one, cuz reasons, and we occasionally share glances, stares mostly. But sometimes, I feel like he is looking behind me and then I look into his eyes and it's just us. The teacher, the students, all gone, except for us. We are in and empty pitch black room and all I can see is him. I know I just said something off of some movies but, who cares?? it's how I feel when we share these glances I can only think of him in those moments. Even my friend that sits beside me isn't there. I need her most in those moments. But it's like me and him, we are in a whole new plane of our own no one but us. And i haven't only talked to him but a few times but, something just clicked inside of me the first time I shared one of these glances with him. I'm not sure if he feels the same, he probably doesn't I don't care right now. I get my letter if I got into this highschool I've been wanting to get into tomorrow.... So does he. If we both get in maybe I'll try a little harder to get to know him more. It's just I have no clue how to approach him. He is always with his friends. We are in the room before lunch and I'm like "ok gonna go talk to him now." and one of his friends walks in and I freeze. I don't know why. Talking with him alone doesn't scare me as much as talking with him around his friends. I don't know why. I guess just cuz when his friends are around they might notice the way I look at him and they could say something. But sometimes we share the exact same glances and we look at eachother the same way. Like I look at him and I'm in awe and sometimes out of the corner of my eye it looks that way on his face too. I don't know. It's getting late now let's hope I have the courage tomorrow to actually talk to him. Ugh I hate that I chicken out. Think to much about it when I'm walking over then I chicken out and walk straight past him. Ugh.... Ok time to go. Bye. Thank you for listening to my weirdness.

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