So the first day of eighth grade. Fun. Life hadn't been treating me too badly that summer. Except for the fact that my friend Hannah wasn't talking to me. And some other stuff. You see, I moved to this little school in 5th grade and it was the second time I've been through love at first sight. He was tall, and I mean really tall and I'm a short person. He had these blue eyes that were perfect and they absolutely sparkled when he laughed or smiled. And sometimes I would mess up his darkish brown hair just so he could look at me like " really" and spend the next few minutes trying to fix it again. I wasn't shy or anything. Actually I'm the opposite because I will go up to people and introduce my self. I can't stand to be alone or with the same few people for too long. If I do it doesn't end well. Trust me on that. Well, we became friends and told each other stuff we didn't tell anyone else. He told me stuff that the guys wouldn't understand, and I told him stuff that only he understood like I did. This kept for a while. Until one of my friends told him I likes him in 6th grade. I said I didn't and he believed me. That saved me another two good years of friendship. I had got my iPhone and started texting him on Instagram. We drifted apart that year and no one knew I liked him. He soon started dating this girl from a nearby town. We would talk about her and he would tell me his worries so he wouldn't be the only one holding the burden. But one day he wouldn't text me. He later said that he didn't want to talk to me on insta because he has another life. I get mad and offended easily, so I went off my rocker and basically exploded. Then I ended up telling him that I had a crush on him for all these years. This was 3 days before school got out. He started I ignore me in class and online. All because I had a crush on him. I've known that guys had a crush on me and I don't ignore them. Oh, I almost forgot. His name is Alex. And my name is Kayla.
