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Sitting in Latin class I'm unable to concentrate on my readings. My beautiful blond distraction is sitting in the front seat. The "dreams" that I've had about him have gotten me to this point. Looking at Hanchen from behind is the highlight of my day. I know that my whining isn't doing much for anyone but If I can't divulge my secrets to you dairy then who can I trust.

"Ernst! Why have you not been reading your assignment, "Herr Knochenbruch says right into my ear," I suggest for the better of your education that you start reading your assignments instead of having day dreams!"

Putting my head down in shame I say," I'm sorry Herr Knochenbruch."

Herr Knochenbruch slammed his stick against the left side of my chair. I've been through this many times before but it never makes me feel any less shame. Sneaking a peek at the other eyes in the room I see that Hanchen has turned around to witness my taunting. The ordinary feeling of my checks flushing came. I looked down at my textbook quietly trying with all my strength to not look at the object of my affection.

I can't believe that he just saw that, it happens to everyone at least once but by now it's gotten to a point where it is no longer a thing of gossip. Why would he turn around? If it was someone like Melchior I would understand the looks but with someone like me what's the point?

"Class dismissed!" Herr Knochenbruch says.

I didn't even realize that the time had gone so quickly. It wasn't until it was too late that I bumped into Hanchen's thick chest. I didn't know it was Hanchen until I looked above and saw that perfectly made face and his golden hair. I would have been embarrassed and apologized swiftly if it was anyone but Hanchen but now that it was him I just didn't know how to react. I stood close to his chest for about five second before I spoke.

"Oh-h-h I'm so sorry ..Han..I –I- didn't mean to." I started to ramble.

"it's fine Ernst," he took a step back so that we could talk comfortably," I was wondering if you would want me to help you with your studies since I would hate to have Herr Knochenbruch mistreat you like that again."

Too be honest with you Diary I didn't have the slightest clue of what he said at that moment. The only things I notice were his deep set blue eyes and his white as cloud teeth. I know that these feelings are wrong Diary but they come without me thinking. My mother is constantly asking of the girls in the village and if one of them suits my fancy but I can only tell her that their just friends. I know that one day I'll have to marry one of them. But the thought of me marrying one of the closest people who to me seems like a sister disgusts me in many ways.

"So, Ernst what do you think?" Hanchen says.

"OH yes, that would be most helpful Hanchen thank you for taking time out of your day to help me." I meant what I said too.

"Oh good… meet me at the vineyard tomorrow afternoon. I'll be sure to see there around four?"

"YES! Four that will be amazing." Immediately after I said that I felt ridiculous.

Hanchen smiled a little at my eagerness. His eyes hover me up and down curiously as if trying to see this new gitty creature. God I must get a hold of myself before he takes back his offer.

"Great see you then." Hanchen turned on his heels and walked out of the classroom leaving me in a wake of pure happiness. He hasn't taken back the offer and now I'll be in his company for about two hours at most. The thought makes me want to jump for joy.

I have a feeling that tomorrow night is going to be one to remember. Things like this don't happen to me, miracles I mean. The adrenaline pumping in my vines seems endless; I never want to leave this moment. But then I remember that it's just a study meeting and that I have to go to mama and complete my chores before dinner.

Dairy I would tell you about the walk (or I would say run) home from the school grounds or the time I've spent looking at fathers watch just to count the hours and seconds until or meeting but then it would just be a waste of time because I would end up here. In my father's study writing in this worn notebook found in his desk. Until tomorrow night.

-Ernst Robel