Starry eyes sparkling up my darkest night. -TS 🌙💫
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High school was sad, beautiful, and tragic. Never once did I think I would be dating the boy I had liked since seventh grade. Let's start from the beginning.
Freshman year, 8:37 AM, August 17
I had been up since 5:30 this morning. I stayed up until 2 because we have a huge SAT test with words from middle school I don't even remember. I studied my ass off, no joke. I was practically burning calories because I was studying so hard.
I walked into second period. There he was, Wesley Borvain. Weird name I know, but he has been my crush since seventh grade.
I started liking him because we were placed as table partners in world cultures. We never really talked to each other since the teacher usually gave us worksheets to do in class. He hadn't shown up for a couple of days; it was probably the flu. It was going around at the time and I got it about a week ago.
Damnit. I probably gave it to him.
I thought.
You're so stupid Morgan. You're obsessed get over it.
"Make sure you pick up the paper on the front desk." Mrs Jean said.
I like this class, not only because Wesley is in it, but because I thoroughly enjoy world cultures and social studies.
We took notes the whole time. We were learning about ancient China and how it impacts the world today. Something I found interesting was that they would send people to build the Great Wall instead of prison, and they would work so hard that they would die.
The next day.
I walked into world cultures again, grabbing another pair of notes I had to copy down from the front desk and took out my pencil pouch from my back pack.
Then Wesley walked in.
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This is kinda rough not gonna lie. I'll probably post sometime next week.
Xoxo - c
