Everyone has had some experience of “love”, and mine is a small thing. It happened very long ago and I can’t remember it well, but I remember it well enough to talk about it.
I was in school hanging out with some friends. We were just talking and eating and all of that stuff, when our teacher said we had to get partners for a project. I was gonna pick my buddy Steven to be my partner, but the teacher wouldn’t let us work together. So he got assigned with my other friend Joseph and I got stuck with this one girl…
Her name was Brooke. I always related it to like a bubbling brook. She had long, brown, flowing hair that was just beautiful. She was a little taller than me at the time. So she sat down next to me and just kinda smiled. I smiled back and we began to talk about the project. She thought we should make a volcano and I agreed.
At the time, she was my only love, sprung from my only hate. I hated my teacher and this project, yet I thought I loved her. I think she liked me but I’m not sure. It seemed like she did, but she didn’t show it very well.
We went to her house to work on the project because my parents wouldn’t let girls come over. We worked on it for a few hours and finally finished it. It was a pretty big volcano, but it didn’t work fully. The stuff that was inside only came out when it wanted to, so we had to remake it so it would work. Apparently she wasn’t allowed to have guys over at her house either, so he chased me out of the house and down the street. I had to go back for I forgot my shoes at their house. I got to the door and her mom was waiting outside with my shoes. She handed them over, I put them on and she started to chase me also. That was the last I saw of Brooke because she got transferred out of the school cause of me.
