every school day I feel like my legs turn into noodles and my eyes become bags of bleach. History classes suck every drop of energy that is left in me and it feels like this torture will never end. But that day something changed. I noticed him – a newcomer. His smile looked like a blossom and his eyes reminded me of a forest. I couldn’t get my eyes of him, and it felt as if I was glued to his face. I was captivated by that beauty. History class flew by, and I didn’t even notice it. All I could think of was his hair, his smell, his voice…
Days went by, and I spent every history class gazing at him. I never found the courage to come up and talk to him. But when I did try, I couldn’t pronounce a word; I felt paralyzed. Unfortunately, he never looked at me. He never noticed me. In his world I didn’t even exist.
One day he didn’t show up to the class and I never heard of him ever again. He left with no words as a ghost. And sometimes I wonder if he was just a plot of my imagination. Maybe he was…
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