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I remember that one time I looked into his eyes. I remember that time while we were having a blast that night. And how we sang in the car. And how we went to "twenty-one pilots" concert. my name is Vivian. This is a story of my love at 17 years old. Of my very first love.
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It all started when I was at a brand new high school. With brand new kids and new teachers. I thought it would be a wreck. Exceptionally with the popular groups. I never liked those people. Thinking that there all that. Even though there not. I wasn't close to being popular. Not one bit. But I didn't care. I hang out with people who except me. As who "I" am as a person.
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The first day I was there. I was excited to make new friends. Maybe meet a guy? I walked into my home room classroom. With a teacher named "Mrs. Nora". As I was putting my books in my new locker. I found a guy skateboarding. Skateboarders were never my type. But I guess I got hooked to the way his feet flipped the board and how he balanced himself just right. How his beats headphones were of his shoulder. When I was done putting my books away. He started to pack up. He put his skateboard in his hands.
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I started to think that I was losing my mind. Do I actually like this guy? I went out of the classroom. I didn't pay attention to were I was walking. Some popular girls and guys started to put there big feet out as I was walking. And tripped me. I never felt embarrassed in my life. Next thing you know some one was standing right next to me. "Need a hand?" He said.
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