Monday, August 1st, 2016

First days of school are always nerve-wracking. I mean come on, you can't tell me you haven't gotten those night-before jitters and lost sleep thinking about everything and nothing. And when you finally get to school, there's a massive pit of nerves and excitement in your stomach, that threatens to send you running for the nearest toilet (okay, maybe that's just me).

I would say it was like any other day, but then again, it was the first day of school. It was also the day I met you.

You didn't notice me, of course. My outfit was absolutely DREADFUL, and I thank the heavens that you didn't notice me earlier. I can still see it clearly: I walked into first period wearing this awful, magenta headband, with my hair tied in a high ponytail. I wore the school uniform, with the baggiest basketball shorts a girl could ever get. I scanned the room to see if any of my friends also had this class, and that's when it happened.

It was strange. That was my first thought. I was hyperaware of my racing heart and the temperature in my body dropped, and then rose. Absolutely strange, I kept thinking. Why did I react this way? You also wore the school uniform (duh), and a pair of khakis (what is it with guys and khakis?). Nothing particularly special. Maybe it was something about the way you smiled. All I knew was that I kept glancing in your direction, and my heart sped up each time. And then, we locked eyes. My face flushed, and I looked away. What is wrong with me? Stop ogling at him and pay attention! It was witchcraft, I tell you. Something happened to me that day, and I haven't been the same since.