A Spark of...what do you call it?The bell rang for fifth period, and we shuffled sleepily into History class. Boring!. Seriously, those people are already DEAD!
I sat down in a awkward manner, and dropped my floral print bag beside me. A paper slid onto the desk. It read:
I love you."
I figured it must be some kind of trick, no one liked me. And several of the boys pulled pretty nasty pranks on me. So I put it in the recycling bin. Then I had second thoughts. What if some one really DID like me? I've always wanted a boyfriend...maybe I am making things up! I thought about taking the note out, but who takes something back out of the trash, especially when, Freddie MacMires, grossest kid in school, has poured a container of mayo in it?
After school, I popped my buds into my ears and walked home. But from behind me, a voice called out.
"Summer! Wait up!"
It was Aaron Johnson, one of the nerdiest kids in school. I mean, he wasn't nearsighted or a suspender-kind-a-guy, but he was nice, and I hung out once in a while with him.
By the time he caught up, he was way short of breath.
"Hey Aaron!" I smiled. "Why run a mile to catch up to me?"
"Not a mile, about .8th of a mile..."
"Yeah, yeah, same difference."
"Um, Summer...will you meet me at the library at...say" he panted" 4?"
I nodded slowly..."Sure..."