Today was like any normal day, yet she felt like something was supposed to happen. Everything was normal until she got to language arts. There was extra time after she finished her work, so she pulled out a book and began to read. She looked up to find him staring at her. She was taken aback at first, but she didn't break away. They both sat for a while, locked in each other's gaze. What seemed like an eternity later, the bell rang, and they broke off as he went with his friends. She gathered her things and left, wondering what might be.
She had liked him for 3 years, and, as much as she tried, she couldn't get over him. She knew they would never be together. She was too shy to talk to him, and he… She wasn't sure. He was certainly not shy at all. She thought he liked her, but there was no way to tell.
She looked at herself in the mirror she kept in her locker. She wondered what was wrong with her. She was attractive, smart, funny, kind. Sure, they're of different social statuses, but come on. This isn't Romeo and Juliet.
She closed her locker and started walking to her next class, trying not to think about him. It was kinda hard when the very image of perfection himself was right in front of her, walking to his next class. She relived the look they had given each other in lang. arts. Then she remembered how he never talked to her and acted like she wasn't there.
Back in reality, she gripped her books and walked faster, passing him by. A little while later, she looked back, hoping to at least catch a glance at his face, but he had already left.