POV Valis
I developed my first crush when I was around twelve. She was a cute girl; she had dark eyes, long, straight brown hair, a round face, and thin lips. She had round glasses, and she was always wearing leggings in class. That was what caught my interest—no, the interest of that perverted kid.
The girl wasn't the most beautiful, not by a long shot; she was unnoticed by almost all of their classmates as they were too busy chasing after the most beautiful girl in the class, and when they were rejected, they began chasing the other most beautiful girl of another class. In comparison, this girl looked average, with a cute smile and some plump cheeks that were always prone to blushing.
