Here i am spinning wildly cause when I do, my skirt looks like a little blue teacup. Anything to impress you. I am not sure why that matters so much to me. You are nice to me when all the other boys call me wonderland. You say they are just being boogers. A lot of people are boogers when you are in second grade. And when the boogers aren't looking you will grab my hand and we will run across the field. Flying like kites. We will duck into our favorite hiding place. Our secret spot. Under the fence and thought the ivy. Under a canopy of ferns we sit and hold each others hand. Singing to ourselves. Not needing to say a word. You are my best friend. You are not like the other boys. And all of a sudden I think of it. Such a brilliant idea. I saw it in a movie one time. With a princess. She had on a big blue teacup skirt just like me! I giggled to my self. You must think I look so pretty. Just like a princess. "I dare you to kiss me. ..ON THE LIPS!" you blush and grab my other hand. "well you have to close your eyes." and I listen to you.I close my eyes. I can tell you are thinking about how to do it. I peep my eye open just a little to make sure you are still there. "no peeking, you booger!" I clamp my eyes shut and then your cheek is on my cheek. You kiss me like I am a princess. And I am smiling later as we run after the wind.
