War
It was the first day of school. I was entering the tenth grade of high school, and as I entered my second-period math class, she was sitting in the front row near the left side of the room. So I walked in and found a seat in the third row near the middle of the room. From here, I would have a view of her without her noticing. She appeared to be tall but sitting I could not tell. She had long brown hair, and she was beautiful. On the third day, as she was leaving, she passed by, looked over at me, and gave me a smile. Her large brown eyes stole my heart. On the fourth day, on her way out, she stopped to ask the instructor a question. I waited for her outside class in the hallway. When she came out, I sheepishly introduced myself. Staring primarily at the floor, I said, “Hello, I ah,” S
