I enter my last class of the day, eleventh grade. Today we have new assigned seats, can't believe my teacher still does that, I roll my eyes and wait to be put in a new seat.
The teacher goes seat by seat row by row.
Finally it's my turn, "Azaria, next to Azaria is Jake." I look over at him, his tall dark and mysterious figure allures me. I sit down. Him next to me.
He turns his head, "hey," says Jake. "Hey." I can't help but be captured by his dark hazel eyes. I read a quote once, "when you fall in love with someone, fall in love with there eyes, they are the only things that don't grow old," and that's exactly what I did.
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Once upon a dream
FantasyI see him in my dreams, that's the only place I can see him. Who is he? Do I know him?
