The Story Of Us

                                                                        Twelve Years Ago Mrs. Garretson, our Geography mistress walked into our class with a young girl about our age. She was average; not quite short and not tall , she had a very light brown complexion , she had those big eyes that any young man would fall for.... you could call it charming. She also had full lips that glistened with the bright morning rays reflecting with her perfectly applied lip gloss. She possessed this splendid aura that was complemented by a breath-taking figure; a slender waist and full hips. She was very pretty and I could not believe I was gawking and staring. I knew in my mind that I had immediately fallen for her. I wished I could make her my friend... I really wanted to be very close to her. Without mincing words, I knew that this was love at first sight.             Mrs. Garretson's voice jolted me back to reality as she made an announcement that I least expected would have any long lasting effect on me: ''Tyler, she would be your new seatmate.''