Perfect

Chapter 2

I walk up to the front door, looking for my name on the long list of all of the new 9th graders, or the ones who were held back the first time around. After a good 30 seconds of looking for my name, I found it. My homeroom is in room 501.

Sice this is the first time I have ever been in this place, I have no idea where anything is. I keep my head down as I walk through the 10th grade hallway. You have to pass through here when you go to the 9th grade wing. 

I was thinking about who would be in my class just when someone ran right into me. I dropped all of my books, creating a large noise. whenever i bend down to pick all of my stuff up, I see who hit me. A 10th grader. He was bent down too, helping me pick my stuff up.

"I'm really sorry..." he said something after that, but I was too focused on his dark brown hair and hazel eyes. 

He was so attractive, I mean like, attractive. I was so speachless all I could come up with was "Oh, you're fine. It was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going."

He smiled, and handed me my books. "So guessing you are in 9th grade then?"

How did he know? Had I met him before? No, I couldn't have. I think I'd remember seeing him...

"Yeah," I stumble to say, "I was just trying to find room 501."

"I know where that is, that was my homeroom last year too. Here," He put his hand out as if he wanted me to hold it. " I'll show you how to get there."

Not knwoing what to do, I grabbed his hand and followed him throughout the windy hallways of Franks Valley High School. On our way there, we had a long conversation on random things. He liked everything I liked, he was Perfect.

"Ok," He said, waking me up from my daze, "Here it is. Room 501. I have to go, Ill see you in the halls." He then walked away, right out of my heart. I didn't even get the chance to ask him what his name was. I guess I'll just call him perfect.

"Hey!" This booming voice startled me. It was my best friends, Rachel Arwood. We had been bestfriends since the 4th grade, but I'm not sure how. She is nothing like me. She has dark brwon hair, blue eyes, and is like 5'2. I'm a giant compared to her, even though I am only like 5'7. 

That's when a flashback hit me...

It was the summer of 3rd grade, and I had signed up for the summer volleyball league. I had just arrived when a short brown haired girl came up behind me, it was Rachel. She said that she was playing too, and that she liked my shorts. I remember the conversation perfectly. That 4th grade year she was in my class, and we had been in the same class up until I was about Lexi's age. She went to a different middle school. She transferd over too Franks Valley in 7th grade. We have been bestfriends ever since.

"Hey!" I said, hugging her as if I didn't see her 2 days ago at her 16th birthday party. She is a little less than a year older than I am, but she didn't start school until a year after a normal kid does. That's the onl yreason she isn't in 10th grade. if she was, she would have stolen Perfect from me and rubbed him in my face. 

We walked into our 5 school year together, and all I could talk about, was Perfect.