The Songs of Summer

Piper

Well, I may have slightly over-fantasized New York. Not nearly as glamorous, or clean as I imagined. The school system is extremely strange here- but then again, so is everything else.

I arrived at school the morning after my flight arrived, and let me explain to you a thing, the talent here is non-existent. Not even one bloke humming in the hallway.

State testing is today too, though- so I can understand why they wouldn't be the cheeriest.

But there was this boy... The most attractive ginger I have ever laid my eyes on. He was standing by his locker. Stunning- stunning.He wore worn out old converse, clinging to his big feet. Long, skinny legs. He stood rather tall, but his hair probably made him look a bit taller, as it was sortof... Poofy? I think that's a good way to describe it.

I only saw him for a brief moment, but from what I saw...

Now, don't get me wrong- he was staring at me.. A bit too hard. I think that us girls are a whole lot quicker at checking boys out. And when I say hard, I mean it was as though he were drugged. Maybe he was? I dont know. He was cute, that's what I'm trying to say.