The first time I ever saw her was in first grade. Her beautiful blonde hair was flowing in the wind beautifully behind her as she ran. From the beginning I knew she was the most beautiful girl I would ever see. Never had I seen such a beautiful, gracious, and coordinated creature.
At least I thought that till she face planted. Everyone on the playground laughed and pointed at her. Of course, I couldn't lose my reputation so I laughed with them. I had to be known as the badass seven year old I was. After the recess bell rang and everyone ran to class I walked over to her.
"Hey, that was a nasty spill. You good," she glared up at me and shook her head. I rolled my eyes and I noticed her hands twitching. When I went to help her up she threw sawdust in my face. "What the heck was that for! I was the only one who tried to help you. Whatever," after walking away and being as mature as possible, I turned around to look at her.
"I don't need your help. God, you're just as stupid as the rest of them," she rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the ground. "Thanks for nothing," then she stuck her tongue out at me. I tried to be mature but I couldn't help myself. I returned the gesture.
