A/N: In this story, they are in Year 7….but still in Primary School…..since that's what it's like where I live…and also, this is based on a true story…..and on a true situation in my life…..although some events I had to either edit or change things since I don't remember….Brittany is myself and Alvin is the new boy….the rest of the cast you will figure out during the story, but for my friends and other students, I made up names….also, a few chapters are short to start off with but as the story goes on they will get longer...but anyway, Enjoy! :)
As the warning bell rang, I ran with my best friends Brandon, Courtney and Annette to the place where my class lines up. As I wait for everyone else to turn up, I take a glance at the boys and I notice Cody and Theodore talking to someone else as they approach us. But then again, who else would they talk to while their friend Simon is hanging out with his girlfriend, Jeanette?…Anyway, there is something different with this guy though, but I can't seem to put my finger on it. Is it his looks? His eyes? His voice? His fur? I don't know what it is. But whatever it is, it is obviously something I wouldn't find in my future boyfriend, Brandon. Brandon explained his feelings to me a few months ago, and I told him I felt the same way about him…but we aren't in a relationship yet since he said he isn't really ready, which I don't blame him since we are only 12…well, he is 13…but anyway, I must be really deep in thought, because the sound of the second bell made me jump out of my skin!-not that I mind at all…
As I head upstairs and wait to place my bag in the bagrack (more like 3 shelves stacked on top of each other with a few walls inbetween) for some reason, I can't stop staring at the new boy. There is something about him that makes me want to be friends with him, but I can't figure out what. Anyway, as the crowd in front of bagrack disperse, I shove my bag in one of the bottom sections near the end. The joys of patience… As I gather my pencil cases and place them on my desk, I am more than glad to know that the new boy is sitting at my table, in front of Annette, who is next to me.
During spelling, I don't say a word. I don't know why but I am so shy, especially with the new boy at my table. Ugh! Why do I keep calling him that?! From now on, I'm calling him by his name, Alvin. I usually never shut up, so this is a first…but very unusual... As I try to think of sentences to write in my book, I hear Alvin talking to himself.
"I can't find this word in the dictionary!" I hear him say. Since I obviously want to make a good first impression, I give my dictionary (which is more for collage students) to him.
"Here, use this" I suggest as he takes it out of my paws. I watch him as he searches pages. I eventually look away, since I don't want to seem creepy. After a few minutes, he gives it back to me.
"It's not in there…" He says. As he says this, the teacher announces that we are going out to have fitness. I put my dictionary away and get off my seat.
"That's weird…" I reply, muttering the rest so Alvin can't hear: "I found it before..." After that, I follow the rest of my class outside.