Prologue
Hi. My name is Sam. i wanna share with you, something that happened to me last summer. I'm a tall girl, quite chubby, I wear eyeglasses, but I kinda rock them. Yes, I'm a nerd. I was an honor student throughout my Elementary years, except for Grade Six. I have REALLY black hair. WhichI think is kinda awesome, cause I really like black. This story happened on the last year of my Elementary years. Grade Six. Before I go there,You need to know the whole story. And I have to ask you a question.. Have you ever been in love with someone, specifically, your friend? and do you wanna confess your feelings to that person? It might be hard, to keep your feelings to yourself, so there's always a person you can count on. For me, it was my beftriend, Susan. She's the one who understands me, in anyway possible, for that, I'm grateful.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Now, It all started when I was a bit young, I was a new student in school, I really didn't think much on how the school year would end, because in my mind. I was just the new girl. Turns out, there were actually many new students at my school. It didn't really become much of a problem for me after that, I just actually went with the flow.
Eventually, I got to be just a minor officer in class.Then my teacher asked me to write something on the board, he told me after that, I could sit down. When I was done and got to my seat. Someone immediately asked on who wrote what the teacher said on the board. Everyone, at once, pointed at me.
He looked at me, straight in the eye and said. "It's a nice handwriting" shocked by the complement, "thanks" was the only word that came from my mouth.
After that period, I talked to Susan. "Who was that guy?" I asked, "Which one?" she said,
"That one, the guy beside the teacher's table."
"Oh, that one? He's name is Greg. He's an old student. I heard that he's really smart. Why did you ask?"
"No reason."
"Well, okay then. As long as you don't have a crush on him." she said jokingly
"Wouldn't dream of it." I said in a laughing matter. Not asking why she told me not to have a crush on him..
But the truth was, ever since then, I really was more interested about why Susan would say that. What's so special about this boy, Greg, that I wouldn't have a crush on him? Why would I even have a crush on him? Am I starting to have a crush on him? I don't know. But everytime he smiles, I just feel so happy inside, that I too begin to smile. Thus, making my friend's think I'm crazy.
I look at him one more time before I go home. Just a reminder, that tomorrow. I would see him again. So that I would decide, what really are my true feelings for him.
