***Ok, I know this is really weird. But I thought I should write it. Please read it. You may just identify with it! It won’t be continued or anything. Just a one-time thing. Although, there will be more like it in the future!J***

I sit waiting. Waiting. The minutes tick by. The teacher rambles on but I pay no attention. I don’t care what she’s talking about. I only care about the bell. That one sound that releases me from my imprisonment and sends me on my way. It’s strange how we rely on bells in school. It’s like we’re trained rats or something. When we hear the noise, we get up and go on to the next thing. Sometimes I think school brainwashes us. Not only in the bell system but also in social systems. Have you ever noticed we all dress the same? I wonder, if it were left up to us alone and not the trends of other people, what we would be wearing.

Anyway, my mind has wandered again. This always happens in math class. My mind cannot stay on math. It wanders in a thousand different directions. I glance at the clock again. Two minutes. The bell will ring in two minutes. That bell is what my whole day revolves around. The bell that ends fourth period. I know that every day I’ll leave my fourth period math class and on my way to my fifth period history class, I’ll see him. I’ll pass him in the hall and my heart will flutter a bit. Some days I make eye contact with him. Other days I do not. I simply continue on my way, pretending as if I didn’t notice him. As if that part of my day was not the highlight of my day. But it is. That split second that I see him in the hall is special. I wonder, does he notice me? Does he know that I exist? He does make eye contact with me occasionally, but is it just random glances that bring our eyes together? Or does he know who I am and purposely look at me on his way to his fifth period class? I’ll never know. Well, maybe one day I will. But then again, I am far to shy to talk to him. I would never do anything but watch him from afar.

The bell rings. I start, snapping back into reality. I am still in math class. I gather my things leave the room, checking my reflection, or what little I can see of it, in the window on the way out. I try to tuck away and stray hairs on my head. I straighten my shirt and make sure my appearance is ok in case today is one of those days we make eye contact. I hurriedly put my things in my locker and take out my supplies for history. Here it comes. The moment I wait for every day. I close my locker. My heart starts beating faster and faster. The moment approaches. It is upon me. I turn and start to make my way down the hall. His sandy blonde head sticks out in my view. I can always spot him. There he is. I quickly look away. He is still to far away to make eye contact. He has only just rounded the corner. I continue down the hall. Looking straight ahead. Then as I see him getting closer and closer, I randomly begin looking into the faces of passersby. Finally the moment. My heart pounds. I think it will jump right out of my chest. I prepare myself to look at him. Will he look back? Will he randomly look into my eyes as he does sometimes? Will he purposely look into my eyes, as I hope is the case when he does? Ok. It’s time. My eyes shift. There he is. I look into his face for a split second almost. His eyes meet mine! Yes! He looks back at me! Our eyes lock for that moment in time. But it seems like longer than a moment, although I know it’s not. But in that instant I see into his soul. He sees into mine. I wonder if he can see my love for him as he looks into my eyes that are penetrating him. The moment ends. We both glance away. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he passes right by me. I can smell his cologne and that scent that only he has. I wonder if he watches me too, and smells me too. Then, as quickly as that moment came, it goes. He is past me. I can no longer see him. Only void faces fill my eyes. Faces that mean nothing to me. All people I know, but none of them stand out. I keep walking down the hall, not looking into the eyes of anyone else. I try to persevere the moment in my head. Try to lock it up and keep it there until I can have another moment just like it. It will be another day when it will happen again. But I look forward to that day. I think about tomorrow. Tomorrow, this same time, I will be walking away from him. Will I be locking another memory away? Or will I be feeling the disappointment instead? I do not know. I can only wait.