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September 7 2015

I was walking to my class, when I feel his scent linger throughout the hallway. It was a scent I could never forget. A scent that nearly broke me in pieces. The scent that I was so familiar with but yet I don't know that scent. I then heard his voice. Perhaps several voices along with his. I tensed up knowing in a few seconds he would be near me again. I heard his voice stop as I knew he was right behind me. His presence made me feel sad, angry , happy and mostly devastated. After 2 years, I still can't help but be in love with him. His smile, his laugh, his hair, his voice , everything.

I still fell in love with the boy who broke up with me almost two years ago. He finally passed me but I knew his eyes were toward me. That's why he stopped talking. I continued to walk no matter how much I wanted to stop. I saw his curly golden brown hair from a distance. He wore his usual bandana, black jeans and a rock band tee. We had at least one class together and that was our 3rd period which was AP English Language/ Composition. It was first period and I made it to to my Latin honors class. I sat on my desk, listening to the lecture and writing notes along the way.

"Kiera!" My teacher, Ms. Foster, says excitedly. I can say I am one of the best students in her class.

"Do you know what 'vos estis lux mundi' means? If so please write it on the board." I get up in response, the sentence is familiar. 'Vos' means you so I write that with the black inked marker. I have heard of 'estis lux' which is are the light and of course 'mundi' stands for world.

The sentence 'vos estis lux mundi' said
'you are the light of my world' I was inspired by that. I used to say it all the time to him.

"Thank you very much Kiera!" My teacher states giving me a huge smile. I smile at her back. The first bell rang and it was time to head to second class. I was always a year ahead in mathematics, so I took AP Calculus as an 11th grader. I entered the room and prepared for taking notes . Second period went by. It was boring considering that our teacher just lectured us on how her cat scratched her arm and how she has had trouble sleeping. Third period arrive. It was quite the slowest class all time. Maybe because I never wanted to do the work, I just wanted to look at him and see if he would look at me the way I look at him. Where he would smile and give me a wink like he would do before. Where his friends would say 'staring is rude'. Maybe I never wanted to give up on us. Maybe I knew if I tried catching his attention he'd fall in love with me again. Roll call begins. Our teacher for English, had a day off today. He had personal matters as what he told me. I was close to some of my teachers. My teachers were somewhat cool.

"I am sorry if I pronounce your name wrong. I don't mean to offend you , I am just here to assist your teacher." Of course the teacher always does that. My name was on top of the list.

"Kiera?" She asks, her voice is gentle and quiet. She's soft spoken.
"Here," I replied raising my hand along as she can see where I sit. A few names have been called and she has now made it to the I's.

"Ashton?" She then says. My heart is waiting for a here. For me to say that yes he is here, yes he is okay. I wanted to hear his voice as well. I heard a few calling him and he seemed silent. He then, said "here," he sounded so sad. He sounded devastated and terrible. Michael, one of his friends sat next to him. He patiently waited for Ashton to tell him something. As I turned around I saw Ashton lock eyes with me. He looked at me the first time in several months.

"Now students, you will be put into groups of two. I will pull names out of this basket. Your project is on how love is. Describe it in a poem, in a picture, in a story anything really." The substitute calls out names. Then I heard my name being called.

"Kiera..." She pauses for a moment and the next card. "and Ashton," her words shocked me for a time being . Michael looked at Ashton. Ashton smiled but I couldn't get my hopes up.

Ashton's Point of View

I entered my English class. I saw her. I saw Kiera at her desk. Gently tapping her pencil. I walked by trying to get to my desk but I didn't want to go to my desk. I wanted to sit next to her. I was so stupid, so dumb, so selfish to break up with her. She's beautiful. Her short, brown hair glimmers in the sun. The teacher goes up and announces roll call and I waited for her voice to be heard.

"Kiera?" The teacher asks. Kiera respond with a here. Her sweet, angelic voice makes me sad. As I was the one who would listen to her voice everyday. I was the one who she would always talk to. Now she's reserve, she's quiet, she's different. I felt guilty as I made her quiet and reserved. I am paying for the price now. I used to see her everyday happy, bubbly and giggling as she entered with her friends. Now she rarely talks to anyone. I love her. I always had. I don't know why I broke up with her. It was in 10th grade when I did. It was a terrible mistake. It took me seven months. I had gigs and I was never at school and I did school online. However, I came back as we had to finish our schooling. The mates and I were on a two year break. I didn't know she went to school here still. I thought she moved that's what her used to be best friend, Angelica said. Angelica moved to America, now Kiera didn't have any other friends beside her and the boys. I missed her being in my arms. Michael nudges me and Kiera is looking at me. Michael tells me to say here. So I did, I see Kiera's head stare at Michael and I for at least a few more seconds. I stare back at her and our eyes were locked.

Her eyes shined and you can see how worried she was in her eyes. Did she still love me? Or was she worried because I might be depressed again? Did she want to listen to my voice as much I wanted to listen to hers?

"Now students, you will be put into groups of two. I will pull names out of this basket. Your project is on how love is. Describe it in a poem, in a picture, in a story anything really." The teacher states, I wait for my name to be called. I wanted to be paired up with Kiera. Maybe we could fix things and get back together. Maybe we were meant to be.

"Kiera..." I hear her name be called and she stands along with the other paired students. "and Ashton," we were paired together. This was fate. It was destiny. She looked happy, but she seemed sad. She seemed worried. I smile at the thought of being paired up with her. Michael nudges to move forward. So I do, I look at him.

"Go fix things with your girl." He states, he helped me through the breakup. Even if I didn't have the right to feel sad. I still did. I broke up with the most beautiful girl. All I could think is how could I get her back? I went to her and I purposely made our shoulders touch but she moves a little farther away. I looked at her and she just looked at the ground. I wonder what she was thinking. Would
she think of me? The class ended and I decided to walk with her.