I grew up thinking my life would be like my parents. I will find the love of my life just like that. My parents get along great and my mom is a nurse and my father works in administration. Me and my sister have great grades and I have lots of friends. I am the fastest runner and I do a lot of sports. A lot of girls like me and I have gone on dates since I was 7.
I did have an accident when I was 10 years old that completely changed my life. I used to climb to get to the cupboards on top of the stove. I thought I could reach it and I knew my mom was boiling water. I will be careful it's just the cupboard next to the stove. On my way down, my arm pushed the handle of the pot and the boiling water splashed half of my body.
I was rushed to the hospital on Ambulance and I had a terrible long recovery. I had 18 surgeries and missed so much school. The healing process hurt. The burnt part of my body looked smooth and I even had some friends come over to visit me but on my lonely days I felt so sad and I started to think about school and girls I liked.
There was a few girls that I liked but there was this mysterious girl that was always on my mind and I didn't know why. She didn't know English much and not everyone can talk to her but I am Spanish so I talked to her little by little. She was very white to be Spanish with Hazel green eyes that changed colour every time I saw her. She was talking Spanish with the other Spanish girls I knew, so here is my chance. I asked her in Spanish if she wanted chips and she said "sure". I asked her some questions about her family and she said "yeah, we just moved and I have a sister and soon I will have a brother."
My guy friends were such jerks and their testerone levels were high that day. They were desperate to see the girls in the washroom. I saw one guy climbing the stall and making it to the other side. He came back to announce that he was able to see the girls on the other side. I can't believe it. I went and told Isabelle in secret, "don't go to that washroom, the guys can see the girl's side from a hole". Isabelle said "ok, where?", she wanted to know where but I couldn't let her know". I told her "I don't know, you have to find it yourself".
She started talking English with an accent but it took a while to be fluent. I slowly tried to get her attention by jumping in her skipping rope while she was turning the ropes, she laughed. She had a cute laugh but she wouldn't talk much to any guys.
Me and three other guys were recruited to dance with some girls for the liturgy and when we showed up, there she was. Isabelle the shy white Spanish girl.
I was surprised that I was going to dance with her because we were the shortest ones, haha. My friends were already not liking the idea of dancing with the girls because they have bigger girls or mean girls.
When me and Isabelle touched hands, my knees were weak and I felt the electricity rushing through my arms. When we danced we locked eyes and I liked the feeling. I was telling her the steps and I felt like we were the only ones there. The next day my friends didn't want to show up so I didn't show up but I always wondered if she would ever talk to me like a friend and we probably could have been more than friends if I would have danced with her.
Her best friends had to move houses and school, she was all alone during recess. As the days went by she was sad and stayed alone. I wondered what could of happened. She was full of joy and happiness.
It turns out that my sister goes to the same school as her sister and my parents know her parents. We live a few doors down to her house too. What a coincidence.
Every time I tried to talk to her she doesn't say anything back. One of my friends gave me a Valentine's drawing of a teddy bear holding a heart from Isabelle and I just had to talk to her. I don't know what to tell her but I will say thank you at least and go from there.
She decided to walk home after school and I followed her. She was looking to see if the bus was coming and I got her attention. "Hi, come here" I said. She looked at me and started walking towards me. She decided to run towards the stairs to a building and I was so confused. "Why?,ok." I'll just go home.
When I saw her sister I asked her why she runs away from me, I just want to talk to her. She didn't know why either.
My parents decided to move closer to her house one door away, as if I wasn't close enough. I didn't think too much of it since she doesn't talk to me. Everyday after school I would see her roller skating and playing with her brother and bicycling. What a messed up situation. Sometimes she was praying and crying at her bedroom window. I felt worst and worst for her.
There was a time I was helping my dad with groceries. I looked up to her bedroom window and I thought I saw her boob quickly. I tripped and my dad was wondering what happened to me. Wow, did that just happened or did I imagine it. I was so embarrassed.
She came once to my house and I opened the door. It was Isabelle I was trying to act cool but my heart started thumping. She looked startled too and she quickly asked "Is Anna here?" I told her. "She's not here". She said " Ok" and started walking back to her house through the grass with roller skates.
I finally got the guts to talk to her because her brother had some of my Nintendo games. I rang the doorbell and she opened the door and her face looked very surprised. I said "Hi, I just want to pick up my games your brother borrowed." Then I noticed that her dad was sitting on the couch and I tried to act cool, act cool. Her dad knew me so l said "Hi, how are you?" to her dad. Isabelle told her dad I was there for the games and we went upstairs.
All my plans to get her alone and her dad had to be there that day. She was alone most of the times and I picked that day, my plan was ruined. I saw into her bedroom and it was a bit messy and her dad looked like he slept in the smallest room. She showed me where the games were and told me to pick the ones that were mine, she didn't know which ones were her brothers. I couldn't make a move with her dad downstairs so I just looked for my games. I will try to talk to her sister, I need to get to know her. So, I went downstairs and said bye to Isabelle and her dad.