Chapter 1

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And finally the bells rings to go home. I quickly pack all of my things and leave the classroom. My favorite part of the day is going home because he walks me home. I wait outside the school gates for him with my best friend Jessie. While we talk about our day someone comes up behind me and covers my eyes. I know its him but he still makes me guess who it is. I say a bunch of random names before saying his. When I say his name he uncovers my eyes and asks the same question as always. “How did you know?” and laughs. I laugh along with him and we start walking home.

I don’t have any books in my hands so I offer to carry his Spanish book. And I carry it. While we are walking my hand lightly touches his and I feel a shock of electricity shoot up my arm. I instantly smile and he asks why I smile. I say, “oh it’s just a nice day outside today.” I playfully punch his arm and he softly taps my cheek. I laugh and pretend to be mad at him for wanting to slap me. He gets close and hugs me and apologizes. I can feel his breath on my neck. I turn to look at him and his eyes are focused on mine. I have never been so close to his face before. His eyes are big and round. I keep my eyes locked on his. My heart is practically jumping out of my chest because for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me. But I get so nervous that I turn away and laugh. He laughs also. We walk a whole block without saying a word to each other. We stop and wait for the red light to turn green. There are so many things I want to do at this moment. I just want to grab his hand and entwine my fingers in his. I want to tell him all of the feelings I have for him. I want to say how nervous he makes me. How I get so happy when we’re alone. How I love it when he covers my eyes and makes me guess. How my cheeks turn bright pink whenever he flashes his perfect smile at me. But I say nothing. The light turns green and he finally says something. 

“So how has your day been so far?”

“Its been good.”

And just like that the conversation dies. 

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