Cherished Lost Memories

First day

Angels P. O. V.

Hello, I am Angel, am I breaking the fourth wall? Yes, yes I am! Deal with it. I am 20 years old, and I absolutely adore music, I am actually getting a degree in music education to become a music teacher . . .

You are probably wondering how this at all relevant. Well, it kind of isn't . . . But the reason why I am becoming a music teacher . . . She is definitely more important . . .

'Willow . . .'

----------- 8 years ago - First day of 7th grade-----------

I walked into my homeroom on my first day, got to my assigned seat, and found a note. Thinking it was my best friend, Kyle, I open it up.

Hi, I know you but chances are you do not know me. However, if you find out who I am, well lets just leave it at that.
signed ?

'Kyle, that idiot, he's playing stupid jokes again, I'll punch him later . . .'

Then, almost as if he new I was thinking of him, there he was casually meandering in as if he didn't leave a fake note in my desk.

'Idiot . . .'

"So, Kyle, can you explain this," I wave the fake letter in front of his dopey face.

" Woah, YOU got a letter, haha, who's it from??"

" Drop the act, I know you wrote it. . ." I roll my eyes, but he just frowns.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," he glances at the note, and his brow continues to furrow, " Angel, you should have known that's not my handwriting." I stare, for once dork king Kyle is right about something . . . Welp that eliminates him, but still who wrote the letter?

Straight after that the teacher had called for our attention that we were beginning the process of introducing ourselves. We were to go to the front of the class and state our names and pick a few facts about ourselves for the purpose of . . . I can't remember, and I don't care to.

"First up we have Willow Dolstis."

Willow, at the time I thought it was a nice name, but the person themselves didn't seem like someone worth remembering. She cheerfully walked to the front of the class, a bounce in her step.

She was wearing black glasses, a pink long sleeve shirt, some basketball shorts, and this really expensive looking purple top hat, that was tilted on the right side of her head. Her bangs, wild red hair, that went to her mid back, was everywhere. She also had icey blue eyes, and freckles to go along with them.

You know, now that I think about it, that was quite a detailed thought for not being interested . . . Wow, I am quite the dork . . .

She had taken a deep breath and smiled bright, which for some reason brought a slight smirk to my lips.

"Hello my name is Willow , I went to Green Grove elementary, I enjoy music, the arts,and anime, does anyone have any questions?"

She had stared straight at me, when I blushed, she just smiled even brighter. Great she's mocking me. I simply sighed and rolled my eyes at that. . .

"Thank you Willow, next up ...."

Willow returned to her seat not taking eyes off me the entire time, I could feel her eyes pierce into the back of my head as she quietly sat behind me . . . 'Wonderful!'

'Is she mock me or something? Maybe she wrote the letter!' I quietly laugh to myself for thinking such a thing.

'Nah, she was probably just nervous.'

'Though, she was unbelievably pretty, no, gorgeous, how is that even possible!?!' (Completely contradicts what I thought earlier . . .)

I blush at the thought and furrow my brow.

'What is up with me today, I don't usually blush nearly as often . . .'

'Weird . . .'

BEEEEEP.

"You are all dismissed!"

'Oh no! I spaced out again! I'm going to be late for class! I am such an idiot!!!'

* * *

I sighed in desperation, I had found Willow to be in all of my classes - EVERY SINGLE ONE!!

Not only that, but she was my lab partner, and sat next to me or behind me in every period except 7th . . .

7th hour was choir, and she sat at the other side of the room because she's an alto, thank glob!! So, because of that she was either, looking at me, or I had her on my mind - all day!

I WANT TO BANG MY HEAD AGAINST A BRICK WALL!!!

I walked home exasperated, and yet again could not stop thinking about her. 'She didn't do anything worth noticing!?!?! So why am I so fixated on her?!'

I took a deep breath, my face was flushed I could feel it . . .

I glance over to see Kyle giving me weird looks, his eyes filled with concern . . .

" Are you ok, Angel? You look a little flushed," he looks away," and it is only about 80° out . . ." He finishes looking back at me.

" I'm . . . Fine . . . "

"Are you sure?"

" Y-Yeah, Kyle, w-why wouldn't I be fine?"

Then it was like something clicked in his head. His concerned frown turned to a devious smirk.

" You like someone, don't ya, Angel?" He had one of those stupid mocking tones, the one that makes you sound like a know-it-all . . . I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat . . .

" No, I don't. Kyle don't be stupid!" I shake my head.

" Angel, I have known you since Kindergarten, I think I would know . . ." I felt my face heat up even more. I look over to see him giving me a knowing look.

" So? Who's the lucky guy?" I averted my eyes to the ground staring at my black and pink sneakers.

"Angel . . ." I close my eyes and heave out a sigh.

" Kyle, not only am I too young, but I haven't known them long enough either . . . "

" Excuse me for saying this but did you say, THEM? Angel does that mean what I think it means?!"

" Kyle, I think you are reading into it a little too much . . ."

" Again, know you since kinder, Angel, and every time you've had a crush you would always use him ."

I held my breath knowing what was coming next . . .

" Do you like a girl, Angel?"

'Frickity - frick - frack . . .'