High School

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I think about him all day. Through every class and lunch and during my long walk home.

I think about him picking me up and taking me to some secret spot..... My thoughts stop as I hear a pickup behind me, I look around and see Tristan getting out of this 1997 blue dodge.

He walks over to me with a smile on his face.

"Care for a ride?" He asks. Just what I wanted, I think to myself.

"Um, sure." I reply, walking toward him, he leads me to the other side and opens up my door.

"Wow, a guy with manners, and a dodge." He smiles and nods his head.

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