I gasped as my books and files fell on the floor. Quickly, I picked them up, one by one. A boy, around my age, dropped down and picked up my last book. "Thank you. What's your name again?" I smiled. "Bradley Will Simpson, but you can call me Brad for short." Bradley smiled back. We stood there, looking into each other's eyes. His beautiful, brown eyes staring into mine. Suddenly, making me jump, the bell rang for the detention to be over. I smiled and said," Thanks again, Brad. You were a big help." Brad answered," It's ok." I put my books carefully into my school bag and headed for the door. "WAIT!",shouted Brad," I didn't catch your name!" I answered, " It's Macy." and walked out of the classroom.
