Lost

Girls and boys , school , corridors , we running through them .

Gossiping, hooting , screaming , laughing , high as sky .

The glamours , the studs , the handsomes (1%) of the school.

The first crush , the first glance , the first love and heartbreaks. The valentine's , the gifts , chocolate , letters of love , affection , moon and stars.

And what not , the saint's of school , the toppers and the backbenchers .

And here comes the girl , unaware , hating everything that comes to her sight except for her dreams and her only non existent silent friend .

Unaware , ignored for she has average looks and noticed for being the topper's friend .

she is stuck .

And throw in the the boy with the ironed shirt , perfect tie , fluent English , hair on the forhead and some girls , ok every girl eyeing him .

If that is not enough to drive the hormones to its limit , there is the letter to the one un-named and that letter can do wonders. Letter to oneself becomes a thing of importance when you look through the history and then, here is your 21st century .

What could go wrong ? A girl desiring to dream , a boy who can't get things straight , teachers or preachers , cheaters , exams , emotions at stack and a little drama with lot of spice .