Chanda and I

It was the beginning of 6th grade. So most of the boys hadn't even touched puberty yet and stood at least 5 inches shorter than most girls, including me. The perfect example was Chanda, 5 feet even and darker than dark chocolate. He was the nerdy looking type with black square glasses that looked almost cartoonish and a lanky figure like he hadn't grown into his limbs yet. We had only two classes together and at first, had never looked each other's way. Until a fire alarm drill brought us closer together in line by last name.