I am so scared, I thought to myself. School starts tomorrow and I am going to ninth grade, like any other teenage girl I worried about where to sit during lunch, who my teachers were, and many other things. The list went on and on and on, but most of all I was scared if Simon was going to be in any of my classes. Simon was this boy who had been my friend for many years. We were close friends, but nothing more than friends. I should sleep, as I shut my eyelids and began a deep long night of rest.
The next day I woke up and took a shower, ate breakfast, and got ready. I walked to the bus stop as my heart pounded and raced faster and faster, getting more nervous as I took one step more. Each time I felt my heart break off a little more in the inside. As the school bus drove up to the curb and made an immediate stop, I tried to calm down, but trying would just make me more worried.
No I thought, as my heart started amplifying it's heartbeat. Now we were right outside the school and getting off the bus.
"Good luck kids with your first day,"Mr. Dominick, our bus driver said. Sure I will as I sarcastically wondered.
As I starred at my schedule entering the building, I asked one of the teachers standing by the door where room 07 was?
"Right down the hall on your left M'am," exclaimed this teacher with a nice, kind face and brown eyes.
As first period began I searched the whole room looking all around, but there was no sign of Simon. I was so thankful. Everything was perfectly fine until seventh period when I found out that Simon was in my class.
"Hey Patricia, how is it going as he pulled a chair and sat right next to me?"
"Yeah um, I am good. What about you?" I artificially asked because at the same time I wanted to run right out the door.
"I am great!" He enthusiastically blurted. I couldn't stop starring into his eyes. Wow his eyes are so beautiful, I thought to myself. My heart was about to burst out of my chest, but I calmed down.
