The Girl Next Door

There was something so different about her. The way she would seem to taunt me and tease me. She would stand in front of the window and change her clothes, sliding her little cropped shirts off her thin frame. She was perfect! I couldn't get enough of her. She was athletic, the kind of girl who did any sport you could think of, she had a cute face, tan skin, and beautiful dark hair. She was everything I'd ever wanted, problem was. I couldn't talk to her. Literally, I couldn't say a word. I would just stutter and she would laugh. The start of a new school year can change everything.