Whatever Happend to Fairytales?

He had the perfect bronze skin tone with eyes that seemed to be in a fight not deciding on whether it wanted to be blue or green. Curly short brown hair sat at the top of his head like the cherry on top of a sundae. His lips were an amazing shade of red And were full with life. He wore a striped men's tank top that complimented his muscles, And army styled pants. A half smile fell on his lips as he saw me.

Instantly I started to like my new school with a burning passion.

Or maybe it was just him...