Love Struck

I don't really have much to say. My life is a complete universe filled with nothing. I have no interests in anything on this world. I don't know what I want to study when I grow up. I have no friends that can give me ideas. My teachers think I'm a freak so they all avoid me whenever I walk into the classroom. They would also forget who I was whenever they were taking attendance and they had to ask another student if I was present in the class. Shows how much I was noticed by adults, but everyone in the school knew me as "that freak" or "that loner in lunch". I had a bunch of nick names that I could tell you, but that would take up the whole story. I also forgot to mention that I am a fourteen year old boy. I'll keep my name anonymous so people won't know who I am. I will now tell you my tragedy. 

It was a regular Monday, boring as usual and it was 3:50 p.m. It was almost time for school to reach its end of the day. I was ready to jolt out of my chair and get out of this hell hole, but even though I left, I wouldn't have anything interesting to do. I was packing my things into my backpack when I was approached by a girl in the classroom. Her name was Amy. She was fourteen and a bit shorter than me. "Hey are you busy afterschool?" she asked. I was pretty shocked that an actual human being didn't shriek when they approached me. I calmly replied, "Uh, no, I am not busy afterschool, why do you ask?" "Well it's because I'm having trouble on my Geometry homework and I was wondering if you can help me with it since you are passing the class?" I only had two options which were to help her and try to make a friend or just ignore her and resume with my packing. I just abruptly answered, "Sure, why not. Meet me in the library and I can help." She smiled and left back to her desk. I did not know what I was getting myself in to. As I finished packing, the bell immediately rang. Everyone rushed out the door screaming and squirming like if they were in a gas chamber wanting to escape the treacherous fumes.  

I headed towards the library ignoring everybody in my path and looking at my feet. Once I arrived at my destination, Amy was sitting at a table with her homework in front of her. I walked over to her and asked, "How did you get here so fast?" she was startled by my question since she didn't expect me to be here. "Oh! You startled me! Well I take the short cut so I won't have to deal with all the traffic in the halls." I never knew there was a short cut so I just didn't ask about it and just got a chair and sat next to her. We started to work on the assignment and my goodness; I couldn't believe she got the class. She seriously needed a lot of help in this. We took small breaks every twenty minutes and we started talking and getting to know each other a lot better. I was actually thinking positive for once. We finished the assignment at around a quarter to five. We said our good byes and departed to our houses. I walked home in appreciation knowing that I possibly made a new friend.  

The next day arrived and I did the usual routine in the morning which was, change, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and walk to school. I don't have to describe the entire day to you because that would just be a waste of time in your life. It was already 3:50 p.m. so I started to pack my things. Amy approaches me again and asks the same question she asked me yesterday. I simply responded with my same answer from yesterday. The bell rang and I arrived at the library and I sat next to Amy and we worked on our new assignment. We did our same routine with breaks and we got to know more about each other and I was starting to develop immense feelings for her. After our study session had ended, we said our good byes and departed to our houses.  

Amy and I have been having study sessions for months now and I have known her to an extent of a best friend. I had feelings that no human being that can ever describe. I loved Amy. My love for her was enough to build a bridge for the gods to descend down to Earth. I wanted to tell her about my feelings, but I was afraid she wouldn't accept my feelings and reject them. I couldn't make up my mind. I felt like I wanted to fall asleep and forgot about my feelings for her, but that would be too easy. After hours of thinking of my decision, I decided to tell her about my feelings for her the next day after school.