9-5-12 she stood there waiting for him to talk. maybe even wave at her...but he just stood theire playing his guitar, laughing with his friends. she wanted him to notice her, he did when other people weren't around...so why not now? She gave up hope and began to look back down at her sketchpad...their she could express sherself without hassle...it was freedom. ...then she came. A foe, she smiled at the girl."hi.so you know i've noticed you look at bryan an awful lot lately. i heard he likes you maybe you two should go out?""no. its fine..besides i don't even think he lkes me...who would?"said the girl as she went back to sketchiing.."suit yourself..i was trying to help is all."the girl walked away with a beat to each stp..swaying one leg gracefully in front of the other. She stopped drawing and glanced back to where bryan was standing.He wasn't there. She searched around her and boticed bryan walking towards her direction. Out of emabarassment she looked back down..Bryan grasping to his guitar sat one bla---bleacher above her...He began to play his guitar and smiled...she smiled in anguish..