High school never looked so dirty as that November morning really looked like a mess. The leaves falling from the trees fluttered down the hallways, the trash cans were full and the strawberry fragrance was nowhere to be found and all of that was fine, it was because it was simply one of my favorite days of the year, end of semester . At the end of the day I knew it would be just the music, my paintings and me and maybe a curious neighbor across the street.
Alana wore a blue ripped jean, a black shirt, and her hair down to her waist. The boys did not take their eyes off her and hers only followed mine. This new tingling sensation through my body was fantastic. I never imagined seeing hers that way, much less her eyes searching mine
-Hello. Her hands came to rest on my face and a smile appeared on her lips as she leaned in to place a sweet kiss on my lips.
