What Love Isn't-A True Short Story

Prologue-

                ~5th grade~

      Ziiiiiing. The bell rang.

   "Let's go." My friend, C.J.was running to the busses. We always dismiss from the playground so we can just go straight from there.

     "Wait," I said."Sara told me to wait for her."

      Sara, she was like the most beautiful girl in the school, well at least in my eyes. She was short for 9 years old. Yea, yea I know. Child love.

         We get on the bus. we sit in the back like always and have normal small talk that no one remembers.

          Me and C.J. get off already cause we're always the first to get off. I mean like, seriously why don't we just walk.