Once apon a time there was a girl in 8th grade. She had a few crushes through the years. It was the first day of school and she saw this cute boy with black hair and a black jacket on. She had a big crush on him. One problem. He was a grade younger. Actually more than one. She had no courage to talk to him. Then A few weeks later she was dared to hug him. She tried to get enough courage, but she couldn't. She had acidentily stabbed herself in the finger trying to walk up to him. She screamed in pain behind him. He looked around and walked off scared. Then, 5 minutes later it was time to go in, or about at least. She had that chance! She walked up and couldn't find the words. The she yelled out "I WAS DARED TO HUG YOU!" He ran away and hugged someone else. She was embarrassed so much she has been depressed since that day.
