It was the first day of school, the first day of 8th grade. I had seen my friend M.C. in the hallway, so we were catching up. As we were walking I saw this flawless boy with the most cutest and best curly hair I've ever seen on a boy. He was gorgeous. He was tall, skinny but not like anorexic or anything. He had dark brown curly hair, the back part of his hair was shaved off. To top off the look he looked Asian but I found out later in the year that he was from the Philippines. I pointed him out to M.C. She looked back and saw the cute guy and we both squealed. Then I saw him again that day at lunch. He was eating with this boy that I now know as A. I went through the alacarte line and bought some teriyaki chicken and rice, and a soft drink. I went in that line with my friend P. I told P who I taught was cute and this girl literally killed me. Earlier that day she had reminded me that there were 2 boys that was new to this school from her old school, Harmony, and that I better stay clear of those boys, that they were rude. Sooooo....ya whatever. Then my 6th period came and guess who was in that class. Him. When he came in, all the girls seemed to be in a daze. Shit, I was too busy glaring at the people looking at him than looking at him myself. I couldn't get him out of my mind that day. He was just so perfect to me.
