Dear Friend,
When I first met him, I knew that we would be closer than anyone else. Closer than Sarah, than Kelsi, closer than our parents. His name, was Zachariah Griffen. He was tall, lanky and had hair as long as mine, which was about to our ear lobes. He had this adorable toothy smile that sent buttlerflies to my stomach, and ears that stuck out a little. He was an outcast too. A loser. A teacher's pet. Another toy on an island of misfits. My best friend and future lover. But thats later on.
We were sitting across from eachother, and our third grade teacher, Ms. Wolfe, was teaching us multiplication, with that big clunky projector that she refused to part with, and the lights turned off. I was deeply bored with the subject, because I had learned it the year before, but I payed attention anyways. All of a sudden, the boy's pencil dropped to the floor, distracting me from my work. He looked at the ground like it was a mile away, and sighed. We both knew reaching down to grab a pencil was social suicide. "Cool People" dont drop pencils, they never did, so why should they pick them up? However i could smell his fear, and courage, or stupidity whichever works better, filled my insides. I reached down, snatched the pencil, and quickly handed it to him. He smiled sheepishly at me, and i could see his face reddening. Not very slyly, he knocked his pencil to the ground once more. I smiled back at him, and saved the wodden tyconderoga. His smile stretched around his face and to his ears. He continued to stare at me, and knocked it over AGAIN, this time without hesitation, and I, AGAIN, reached down and retrieved it for him. On the eighth time, I didn't get it for him. Instead, i rolled my eyes and handed him an extra of my own pencils. He grinned at me, and scribbled something down on his homework that we were supposed to be doing.
"Meet me at the purple bars at lunch." It read. I blushed, and scribbbled out a reply: "Okay." And that, was the start, of hell.
