the sky is blue

Ö new year, new feelings Ö

Ninth grade started off with a bang. Not the good bang, though. It was life like the bang that goes right through your stomach, leaving a hole through your intestine.

To put it simply, I hated the first day of high school. It gave me a nauseous feeling when I was riding the bus home.

I was intimidated, and I was afraid to admit it.

She was in one of my classes, which was English, but it wasn't the same.

I could feel it- the school was different and the year felt different. I barely knew anyone besides her.

Some of my friends by the first week decided to completely ignore me.

I saw my friend Jon before and after school every day, and he also hated the way his year was starting off.

At least I still see her every day.

But I was teased again. As the days flew by, she got to know other girls in the class, and we sort of separated into different friend groups that hour.

In terms of our friendship, everything was fine and it was as strong as ever.

By the second week, I had a new plan. I thought of it one day after another miserable day at school.

I was choosing to move on.

I already had noticed a couple pretty girls in some of my classes, but it was hard to shake the thoughts of her.

My creative writing class would be the class to meet people with the same interests and personality as me, so I looked there.

One day, my creative writing teacher was taking attendance like usual when I spotted that pretty girl again.

She had a wide smile and shimmering teeth, a gorgeous face, long legs, and peach skin.

Better yet, she staring right back at me...