Not a writer, not a writer. It repeated on the paper, not a writer. It couldn't be any worse, write about a story based on your life. So many places to start yet nothing that could come to mind, with eyes closed and an inhale the pencil hit that paper again; not a writer. With an annoyed grunt a chair slid out and stomps filled the room, "why can't I just do it! I can't fail this, but what can I do!" The shouts filled the room in a quick motion the long blonde hair was twisted into a bun. " I just need to relax and think...do I write about him. No no no one would understand, I won't." She sat down and exhaled unsure where to go or more importantly what to do now. The subject of the paper had to be based on something that happened in the writers life, but her sad lonely life had nothing. Well not nothing she had friends, ran track and cross country, but no that was all too bland. But one spark of color in her otherwise black and white world was a boy, not just any boy but a boy who she dreamed about. He was tall, with black hair and sparkly brown eyes; how perfect. He was kind, funny, and everything she wanted in her life but he could never like her she was too awkward and it would never work out; all she had were mere dreams. She first saw him in middle school standing in Spanish class, little did she know this was who she will crush in big time. He was always forced to present in front of the class with his friends and every time without fail she would gaze lovingly at him and zone out, nothing was better than this. As time flew by middle school became high school but although came the end of middle school the crush continued on. Instead of doing something she loves she joined soccer, but he did cross country, if she did cross country could they of bonded and fell in love? No that is a stupid thought how could the tall handsome boy ever love the short awkward girl. But the two had a class together and it was a favorite of the girl, they both had friends in the class and everyone was happy. " I like him." The girl told her friend in the shred class, nervous elf her reaction she looked over at the perfect sitting boy who paid no attention to her. "I know it's kinda obvious, you always look at him...you're doing it now!" Her friend said quietly in a panic. She looked away from the ideal man in her lonely life. As time passed fall sports ended and winter sports came about. "I hope he does winter track.." cutting her off "C'mon you know he wouldn't he is clearly a basketball player and I hear he's pretty good." "Well yeah I know but..." cutting her off again "Yes you like him, he's perfect, etc." said her friend rolling her eyes. "Sorry I always talk about him, tell me do you like anyone?" The friend let a little smirk go as they told of their crush. Winter track went on, the girl somehow made varsity but was terrible, hopefully spring track will bring along him. "Hey I didn't see him at the spring track meeting..do you know what he is doing?" The friend slightly annoyed plainly said " He's doing tennis." "Wh-what tennis, but why? He should do track he could be a jumper or sprinter or even a distance runner!" Said the girl whose mood was dimming by the second. She went home and sat on her bed "why are you even upset it's not like he'd even talk to you or spend time with you, idiot." She whispered, she put her headphones in and closed her eyes," wow are we emo now?" The young girl giggled. Spring track continued on, she came in third for the mile, then fourth for it the next time by two milliseconds(legit), the the eight hundred coming in fourth, then some two miles which one went well the other not so much. But she went to the legue meet and even made it to states for her four by eight hundred team, she was second fastest. But soon it was all over, "what now?" Asked the girl, she now had to go through a little less than a month of school and prepare for the dreaded finals. But soon there was a meeting for cross country runners next year which she went to hoping to see him. When she got there he wasn't there, "of course," she thought "just when I want to sign up." She went to talk to her friends, then five minutes late he walked in. She turned and made eye contact for a only a second but it felt like centuries, she looked away quickly. The next day in the class the girl and boy had together the girl spoke with her friend. "He was there! I can't believe it we can run together, but not really, and be happy running people!" She loudly whispered. The friend shook her head, the boy was a common subject between the two as she was head over heels In love with a boy who would never feel the same. With some more studying for finals they finally were only a week away, so was the party. The party was for people, like the girl's friend, who won something for being smart. This meant there would be a party the girl will bring in plastic silverware despite her not partaking in the eating, well most likely, she always wants to help if people needed it but is this a flaw? Was her kindness going to bring her trouble? Who could know, everything would be nice at the party; perhaps she could stare at the perfect haired boy and talk about him more. But that and the essay will be another chapter.
