“Moonlight Alezado,” the name being called sends my heart racing and I feel as though I’m going numb again, “here” I search around the room to see where the voice came from. It sounded like it was from the back of the room, but I can’t tell from where. I can see only three girls in the back, I watch all three of them waiting to see if any of their names get called. Two of the girls have brown hair, but both different from the other. The other girl has light blonde color highlight in her dark brown hair “Rosa Garcia” “here” a girl from the back row calls out. It’s the girl with the blonde highlights and dark brown hair. I continue to, casually watch the other two girls so that nobody thinks I’m weird, until I suddenly he my name called “Lorenzo Ramirez”. “Here but it’s just Enzo” I say quickly and somewhat calmly after being startled out of my staring, “Enzo okay” the teacher replies. As I turn to look back over at the two girls, I see that one of them is staring at ME this time. We both quickly turn away after realizing were both staring at each other. My heart starts racing again “I’m such a wimp, a girl stares at me and my heart starts racing” I thought annoyingly to myself. Then he realized that maybe that she was the girl he was looking for.

She has long wavy hair that has a kind of dark and light chestnut color to it. Her face is facing the front of the classroom, and her hair is covering up most of it so I can’t really see what she looks like. I keep staring at her unable to look away from her until I force myself to listen to the teacher, “hello class my name is mr. king how about we do some get to know you activities.” “share with the class your name, somethings you like to do, and what grade you are in”. “No, I hate talking in front of people” I say in my head, “let’s start with the front row” the teacher pointed to a girl in the front row on the right side of the room. She explained that her name was Charlie, that she liked to listen to music, and was a junior. The teacher continued to go down the row making me increasingly nervous little by little. Then, after the person next to me shares, it was sadly my turn. “My names Enzo something I like to do is” I pause trying to think of a normal activity that I do “go running and I’m a senior,” I say trying not to sound nervous. “Thank you, Enzo,” Mr. King replies, he continues on and the only person I want to know more about right now, is her.