Nothing but the truth.

3

I thought about the pink haired boy until the first day of school. I was so beyond intrigued with him and I didn't know why. On the first day of school, I walked in with my eyes looking down to my scarlet converse and the blue flecked floor. I didn't hear the usual whispers or feel the piercing eyes analyzing me, and somehow that was everything. When I reached my locker, I stood there and thought about how I would stand in this foreign school, in this foreign hallway thousands of times in the next year, and the thought of that was strangely comforting. I was in way prepared for what would happen to me next. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I swear time actually stopped in its tracks as I turned and let my sharp, icy blue eyes meet the the warm, understanding yet intoxicating brown eyes that would change my life forever.