Annabeth: First time

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I remember the first time I saw him. I was kinda the new girl. He was playing basketball with the other boys. All I thought was, there was no way he would or could be mine. I was a goody-goody little shy girl. We had never talked. I didn't even know if he knew I was alive. I of course watched from a far. My friends at first didn't noticed me not paying attention when he walked by. How I would watch the way he walked, listened to the way he talked.

When my friends did finally noticed they thought I was mentally crazy. They didn't understand why I was so badly wishing to be with him. They didn't know how I could like someone who seemed to be so different from me. Why I even think that he would notice me. We had what everyone thought as nothing in common.

What my friends also didn't notice was the way I loved his eyes. How to me his hair was always perfect. Oh and that smile he always had. It was priceless. I would spend all day just watching him smile, oh that smile he always had. To me he was straight out wondeful and perfect.

I was a little kid only in fourth grade. But I was so sure that one boy I would be after for a while. That one boy who I hadn't noticed until he was around all the other boys. He was that one boy I would not be able to get out of my head. The one boy who I was to make sure would be mine. In some way even if it was ten years later. I would date that boy. Hopefully he wouldn't make me wait to long.

Like I said I was in fourth grade. I was a little pain in the butt, and most the time got my way. So I was used to getting anything I wanted. Now this was one of the first times I had to work and plan out how to get him to at least admit he liked me. I would have to get him to like me first.

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