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I walked through the halls, in search of my best friend, surfing through the ocean of other fellow seventh graders. So many people.... A loud bell rang, and scared me shitless. 
          
          "Fuck, my first day and I'm already late for first period..." I looked for my first period Spanish class. According to my schedule, it should be door 601, which was right in front of the girls locker room doors. As soon as I walked in, everyone stared at me. I sheepishly smiled at everyone, slightly embarrassed. 
          
          "Who might you be, me do you have a pass?"
          
          I looked at up at the teacher and shook my head. I muttered my name and apologized. She frowned, but accepted my apology. I made my way to the desk closest to me and sat down, looking around a bit. 
          
          I noticed a girl from last year sitting near the front, whispering to some girls. Her name....I think it was Sam? I don't know, I'll just ask my best friend. 
          
          ***
          
          The bell rang again, signaling the beginning of second period. My best friend was in my social studies class, which was great, but so was the girl I saw in first period. She sat right across from me, but didn't even glance at me. She looked kind of intimidating...maybe it would be best for me not to talk to her or get her mad...
          
          For the rest of the class, I just wrote notes to my best friend next to me and spent more than half of the time staring at the girl in front of me. Every time she almost caught me staring, I'd immediately pretend I was staring at the map behind her. I don't know if she knew whether or not I was staring at her, but I'm glad she didn't say anything. 
          
          I noticed how pretty she was. How her glasses glistened dimly under the bright lights all around the small classroom, how her eyes were dark, her hair was straight and kind of choppy...
          
          All I could say about that girl was....damn....
          
          Little did I know how much I'd love that girl, or about how she'd feel the exact same way towards me.

Fuck....
          Why is she always on my mind? 
          Why can't I ever stop thinking about her?
          Do I still really love her?
          Why do I smile when I think about the other kid, too?
          im only thirteen....I shouldn't be worrying about love now...

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