The beginning of freshman year was when it all started. The minute I walked into class and saw those eyes I knew I was a goner. I remember looking around for any new kids, and once I saw him I couldn’t look anywhere else. I stared at and he stared back. I think I freaked him out a bit, I mean a total stranger staring at you is kind of creepy. The next few weeks went by in a blur but I still hadn’t talked to him a lot, but I really wanted to though. He has the most amazing smile, even with the braces on. His smile could light up the whole room, and let me tell you that it did. He found out though, that I had a huge crush on him. It kind of ruined everything and made life in school awkward as hell, but I didn’t let it get to me.
Our school trp kind of ruined everything for me, and it broke me even more. I really thought he felt something towards me. You know when you look at the person you like and you see that they are already staring at you; it makes you think that they have feelings for you too, but I was wrong. He felt nothing towards me at all, not even a tiny bit of feelings were directed to me. I made a total fool of myself to him and I made people actually start talking about me to him. It was really stupid but I was in love, what did you expect me to do. Someone who I didn't like found out about it and made my life a living hell. She spread rumors about me, and told everyone how I have pictures of him all around my room. They believed her, and he believed her too. The next day and every day after that when I saw him he looked at me in disgust, and he would always leave the room. Someone filed a complaint against me and he got a restraining order. I was now the "stalker" of our school, and everyone would avoid me, and give me weird stares. People's parents complained saying they didn't want me in their class. It killed me, it hurt me so badly. I begged my parents, pleaded if I could change schools. The facebook posts were the worst. The constant messages and posts to my wall made me want to cry every second of the day. It broke me, and the thing that affected me the most was my parents actually searched my room to see if I had any pictures of him. They believed everyone else over their own daughter. Now that hurt me the most.
