I really don't know what brought me to be attracted to Scarlett Walker.
Maybe it was her long, dark brown, curly hair that she tucked behind her ears. Or maybe even, her beautiful bright blue eyes.
It could even be, her quirky, vintage clothes that she happened to always look perfect in or that big smile that was always spread across her face, but some part of me just didn't want me to be attracted to her at all.
I needed a plan to make me forget her existence.
'Maybe dating another girl will do the trick?' I thought to myself, mischievously.
It gave me an idea.
Daisy Pickard.
Daisy Pickard happens to be the hottest girl in the school, whom has had a crush on me since 6th grade.
She had just below the shoulder, blonde, straight hair that she always seemed to flick over her shoulder, a perfect smile that she always wore and the prettiest hazel eyes I have ever seen. She was hot and everything and maybe a little self-obsessed, but, I knew Scarlett hated her, which is why I needed her to date me!
She was what I needed to get over how I feel about Scarlett.
So that afternoon, I made sure that she watched as I went up to Daisy, and that, she was close enough to hear our conversation.
"You're the most gorgeous girl in school and I would like you to be mine, so will you do the honour of being my girlfriend?" I kindly said to Daisy.
She squealed with excitement and replied with, "Yes!" But before I could say anymore, Daisy was already over standing with her friends, looking my way, jumping with joy.
In the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but look at how distraut Scarlett looked. She was staring into the air filled corridors with despair and disbelief. I guess you could say, 'It was like someone had just dumbed her via facebook.'
But before I could process what just happened, a feeling of shame swept over me. I now felt sorry for the girl but yet couldn't help but be vigilant around her. I was treating Scarlett like she was a science project! She was more to than me though. But I guess, sometimes you have to extreme lengths to get over a girl.
Once I could finally process everything that just happened all I could think about was the way Scarlett looked into those corridors.
'What did I just do? Was that really necessary? Why? Oh, Why would you do that Noah!'
I let My conscience take over.
I could now tell my plan was no longer going to succeed, but to fail instead.
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On My Mind.
Jugendliteratur"All I could think about was her. She was on my mind." Noah is your average 14 year old boy with a crush on his neighbour, Scarlett, In which he has resented since moved to Seattle. Will he fall in love with her?
