Another boring day of school. Another day of regretting attending a boarding academy. Another day of wishing for Celeste Lumina to notice her. For Brooklyn Thompson, this was just another average Monday. 

     Her first class of the day would be starting in 30 minutes, but Brooklyn didn't even care at this point. Math was the one subject she was terrible at and she had the grades to prove it. Slowly, she rolled out of the bottom half of the bunk bed in which she slept, landing with a thud on the plush carpet of the dorm room. 

      I would fake being sick today, but Celeste is in my math class, Brooklyn thought to herself; internally cursing her crush for being in most of her classes and still not acknowledging the fact that she exists. For as long as she could remember, Brooklyn had had a crush on Celeste. Even if she and Celeste had only spoken once this year, she was still perfect to Brooklyn. 

     When they met in 6th grade it had been love at first sight for Brooklyn. Celeste had been the quiet kid with many secrets who always sat near the back of the class. The only reason Brooklyn even sat next to Celeste on that first day of 6th grade was to escape a group of kids that had been teasing her about being short.

     Celeste was sitting in the corner of the classroom, reading a book about wolves. Brooklyn had sat down at the desk next to hers and introduced herself in a friendly manner, hoping that Celeste would possibly be a nice middle school student, which were very hard to come by. After a few seconds of introvert panic, Celeste told Brooklyn a little bit about herself and then went back to reading her book.  

     At the time, 12-year-old Brooklyn was happy with the general information that Celeste had provided, but as time went on Brooklyn found herself more interested in Celeste's actions. This led Brooklyn to often wonder about who really was the shy, beautiful girl that seemed to occupy almost all of her thoughts.