• Worst. Day. Ever.

    "Not a damn thing is going right today." I'm muttering to myself, for at least the hundredth time. I can't stand the school I've been dropped in. I have no friends and I feel the crap on someones shoe every time I come. But my mom keeps urging me to hold on. It'll get better she tells me. What a load of crap.

    I'm running late because I missed the bus and ended up walking to school. Now I'm tired and have to get through the day somehow.

    And then it gets worse. In my hurry to get into my homeroom, I don't realize the door just shut and I slam right into it, full force. My head is spinning and my classmates give me a look of disgust. All but one. He looks at me curiously and then picks up a book and continues to read. I'm momentarily enthralled then realizing I'm still on the floor I scurry to my desk.

    From then on, every homeroom period I watch him. He never talks to anyone and I never see him at lunch. I still haven't even learned his name. He's funny looking, with a gangily walk and hair that makes him look like a lion. Or a hobo. I can never quite decide which. I keep wanting to talk to him but can never decide what to say. I'm usually articulate and I can't find a damn thing to say. Finally I give up on trying to find the right thing and just decide to go for it. Just so happens its the second semester.

    His friend is in my algebra class and he visits her. On one such visit he is descending as i'm ascending and I know its my chance. I strike up a conversation, the words flowing out. To my surprise he talks with me all the way until the bell. I can't for my life remember what i said.

    So each day we talk a little more and for a little while I forget I have a crush on him. We become easy friends. He doesn't have many friends and I feel like I have none. We both love to read. So many things. I've never connected with someone this way. We exchange numbers and talk for hours. Even on the weekend. We are up to the wee hours of the morning. Every day. Looking back its a miracle we stayed up for school.

    The next few months fly by. I'm learning about him and I'm sharing secrets with him. We start getting comments about us always being together. But we're not and even though I hate that I'm glad for a friend. He wants more though and he ends up letting me know.

    He's walking me to algebra and right there in the stairwell where we first talked he kisses me. I'm so stunned I almost don't react then I remember I've been waiting for this. I kiss him back and them stumble back, breathless. Did we really? Oh yeah we did. We're grinning like idiots. I walk to class with the promise to talk to him later. By the weekend I'm his girl.

    And now three years later, we've made it through trial after trial. Internal and external. But I'm still his girl. And soon I'll be his wife. Who says high school relationships never last?