Part1
Take that Turtle Girl
The parts of this story will be updated as things progress in my life. So be patient. Thank You!!!!This is an absolutely true story. The names of the people have been change to protect their identity.
It had been a fairly normal day until 5th period. That was when I saw him I saw Jack. His hair was long blonde and majestic, arms strong, and a smile perfectly crept across his face. My friends call him Thor. It was perfect .He was standing only feet it in front of me fumbling with the auditorium door. It was well known that the left door of the auditorium remained locked at all times to the seventh graders me being one, but he was in sixth grade. I know what you’re thinking he is a sixth grader, I am a seventh grader and it is impossible for me to like him. Lucky me, he is twelve, like me. He was just born in October past the cutoff date to start first grade. Back to the story, so Jack was at the door and I said to him "Hey Jack" he turned around and smiled. The he began to make a full 360 on his heels and looked at me. He made the sexiest bit of eye contact between his blonde locks. His eyes were coffee brown. He was now pulling a gold ring away from his finger it had two flat stones around its sides and a large clear stone in the middle.
"I found this and I thought you might like it." he said that with his somewhat scratchy teenager voice.
"Thank you it is beautiful, “I awkwardly uttered.
I stared at it on my finger it shined and I began to walk away the hallway floor felt more like air than cheap linoleum tiling. The air smelled more of rose than unwashed middle school kids. I ran my hand against the locker walking toward Mr. Smith’s class. I knew what heaven felt like for a moment. There was only one thing that came to mind. What will Jill think? Jill was a friend in which I shared all of my romantic endeavors with. She has a boyfriend named Ethan, and they are adorable, and I knew I had to gloat to her about my gold ring which was amazing compared to the stuffed turtle Ethan had stolen for her.
As I walked into the class room, I glared Jill; she had no idea what I had to tell her. I ripped a section from an old grammar assignment and scrawled "Max just gave me a ring take that turtle girl “and passed to her she looked up at my hand in jealousy. I felt triumph it felt good.
