okay first off, and this may sound stupid untrue and extremely cheesy but..... im in love! yeah yeah yeah, i know what the adults always say. 'its just a phase' 'youll get over it' but i promise, its waaaayyyy different. okay, i gess i should start from the beginning, but please forgive me for how i tell this tale, i just need to get it out.
i met him at a camp i went to this summer. when i first saw him, i thought he was cute, but i wasnt exactly the kind of girl to fall for a boy she just meets. or at all really, i never have believed in love, wear did that girl go? i laughed at love like it was a joke. looks like im the punch line. one day, i was in art center. i heard him and some others talking to the councilors. they were asking them all questions about themselves. i wasn't included. of course. i heard him talking and i found out we go to the same school! or at least we would this fall. i was going into 9th grade, he was going into 10th. the big thing that made me listen though was music. he liked rock, the music i grew up love'n. next time i went to art center, he started to talk to me. i dint mention my school or that i lived where i did, but he was really nice, later i found out a lot of things, like for instance, he went to my middle school too! pretty soon i was looking for things he signed up to do, and if it was something i cold do or even bear, i would do it just to see him. i doubt he noticed too much because he did things i normally would do too. then again, normal things to do on my agenda included archery kayaking sailing intermediate music ultimate Frisbee and art center. the last day of camp, i was sitting alone, like i normaly did, and he came over and talked to me! i was so happy! he could have talked to his guy friends but he talked to me! unfortunately i didn't get to say 'see you in school' but he already knew. my friends at the camp found out i liked some one, one of them brought out a list, full of guys names! she read over it twice before i craked and laughed at his name. they all promised not to tell anyone. he still dosent know. the camp was in June(09). today's date i believe is 9/9/09. i talk to him some times. my best friend has Spanish with him, so she tells me little stuff about him. like how he always wears a black shirt and jeans. not like i didn't notice myself. anny way. when i first spoke to him was the first day of school (second day for freshmen like me) i spoke to him at the bus stop. i know his bus number now. and he knows mine. his bus number has my lucky number in it. is that a good sign? he makes me feel strange, even now as i wright about him, my hear shakes. is it from excitement? or fear? or som strange new feeling i have yet to encounter? after a while i was sad that i never got a chance to talk to him. so last week, i hooded him so he'd talk to me. he said 'aahh" and turned around smiling. his exact words i remember. is that strange? then again "what have you been up to" isnt that hard to recall. i've spoken to him a few times since then. i should hood him more often. now back to today, well not much has happened. but i am going to run indoor track come November. so far ive only made a fool of myself. but thats okay, for some reason it dosnt even bug me. weird. anny way, i haven't really been able to talk to him lately. now im stuck at home cuz its the weekend. noooooo..... i can't see him tel Monday.... what happened to me? wheres the girl that loves weekends? i hardly have home work but instead of enjoying it like the old me would, i am stuck on FM. what the heck??? where did the old me go? i never thought i'd miss her this much....
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