I don’t know I just want to put this here. I wrote it, enjoy!❤️
11 year old Nixon was sitting on the grass plain of their elementary school, playing around with his friends. One of the kids walked around their little circle as they tapped on his head, making him jump up and started chasing around the group trying to catch the criminal. Sadly, he didn’t make it, as the young person sat down in time. Nixon pouted crossing his arms at the loss, making his way around hovering his tiny hands over the roundheads looking for his next target.
“Duck…..Duck…..Duck….. and goose!”, Nixon exclaimed.
He ran and ran, fleeing away from the tagger. He sat down quickly,safe, catching his breath. Giggling that he in fact made it, put him more in a good mood. The sound of a whistle rang across the playground, signifying that it was time to go inside. Nixon didn’t want to but couldn’t disobey the teachers order.
As he strided to the building, he caught a glimpse of a girl. Brown warm skin, and black curly hair, with chubby cheeks. But what made him curious was how excluded she was out of everyone. Like she was lost in her own world and didn’t come back. Nixon didn’t like the feeling of people being alone. Stepping out of line heading towards the youngster, but abruptly stopped when their eyes made contact.
His eyes widened and his cheeks began to heat up. Her stare was stern but warm, and her expression wearing a cold plan look. Nixon swiftly turned around and went back. He didn’t know why he acted like that but he did.
It went like this for some time, wanting to catch the attention of the girl but not having enough courage. From 5th grade up into 9th. Unfortunately, after that he didn’t see her from that time on. He tried to move her from his head, but the mysterious lady kept filling up his thoughts. Eventually he was able to move on being able to leave a single trace of her, but who would’ve thought they would come across each other in the future?