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Summer break goes by without a thought that this would be the year that changed me forever. all the days melt together in a blur of books, sunscreen, and smiles. But that soon ended as the eminent approach of junior year loomed overhead.
They say junior years the killer at my school, and I never understood why until I stepped into my first period calculus class one gloomy september morning. within the first five minutes after simultaneously taking notes and trying to comprehend what in the hell my teacher was talking about, I set down my pencil and slammed my head down on my desk.
After one blissful second of rest, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I reluctantly lifted my head and swung my gaze behind me. The first thing I noticed about her was her hair. Never have I seen so many colors on one persons head. Second her eyes. The most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen in all 16 years of my life. Such a deep blue I thought I was drowning in them for one frightening second, until her voice snapped me back to reality.
“Can I borrow a pencil?” she made even that simple question seem like the meaning of life. “Hello?” she said slowly, cautiously.
“Sorry,” I muttered, still trying to straighten my scrambled thoughts “I'm kinda out of it today.” Smooth Drew, real smooth.
She laughed and flashed me a perfect smile, her eyes twinkling. “No worries. But I really do need a pencil. I just broke mine.” I looked down and saw that she had, indeed broke her pencil, but I don't know if you could really classify her tiny broken shards of lead, a pencil. I stifle a grin as I hand her one of my many pencils, courtesy of my mom. she holds my gaze for a beat longer and snaps her head down to her notes and continues vigorously scribbling. I'm not quite sure whats she's writing, but its most defiantly not the calculus syllabus.
She’s in one more of my classes. AP hamlet. I never imagined girls like that, in a class like this. but then again, I don’t know any girls like that. but I want to.
She sits across the room tapping her pencil against her thin eyebrow ring which I think looks stupid on most, but on her, it’s perfect. She glances up and I look away.
I'm sitting on my bed trying to finish my 30 page reading assignment for hamlet, but my thoughts keep drifting back to that girl. I don't even know her, yet the moment I saw her, I felt like I had to get to know her just out of sheer curiosity.
Calculus today was no more exciting than yesterday, but this time I had something to look forward to as I walked through the doors. she was already at her desk before I sat down, so I took this opportunity to talk to her. She’s staring blankly out the window when I say hI to her and her eyes are on mine in a second.
“Good morning” she says in a voice so happy I can't believe its morning. Her wide smile is so contagious I can't help but smile back.
“Hey, how are you” I pause “by the way, I never got your name yesterday…” I trail off. I didn't think it was possible, but her smile gets even broad. “Jupiter Conrad…” as she explains the origin of her name all I think as I stare at her is how beautiful she is. her name, her face, her smile, just everything. My eyes drift up to her hair and I study it more closely. each inch, a new color appears its like stripped from her forehead to her neck. Red, pink, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. each color in itself is the most beautiful color ever known to man.
