The Boy

The Boy. A True Story

Hello There My Name is Cadence. The way I look on the outside is not the way I feel and know I look in the inside. The way I look on the outside is ugly,fat, and dumb. The way I feel and know I look on the inside is beautiful,Skinny (but not to skinny), and smart. I guess you can say the way I look on the outside is totally opposite to what I feel and know I look like in the inside. But enough of that because I always know that the way I look on the inside will never happen so here's my true story. It was the first day of 6th grade and I was so nervous and scared I can barely think straight all I was thinking about was what if someone made fun of me? What if I get the wrong answer and everybody laughed at me? All those kinds of things were going through my head. Then came the second day. I was feeling more confident but when it was tech everybody was in like a group of friends and then there were no more seats at least for me to sit so I was in a row with nothing but those old crappy computers and no one to sit next to. I was so far away from everybody that I started to cry a little bit. But after that at lunch I was feeling better I was feeling more confident that at recess I made my first two friends of 6th grade. There names were Sasha and Mary. I then felt a sudden connection that these are my type of people and we instantly became best friends. A few weeks after the first day I started noticing this boy who had a very I wouldn't say handsome so let's go with cute face a good personality his name is Ryan and when I was near him I would get so excited even if he said anything to me I would freak out and go all boy crazy about him. I felt a connection with him but I don't know if he has the same connection with me. More into the year I started getting more attached to him and more comfortable to talk to him. My heart is so eager to tell him I liked him but my mind and body said no if you do it than you will be broken and sad. So to this day I still talk to him sometimes but I will never have the courage to tell him I liked him and I will never know if he liked me back. Next year will be different.