August 2007
It was the first Friday of Middle School. It was Middle School, that sort of big right? In the middle of young and old. Sort of where I would want to stay right? Well, I was in my normal seat, against the wall listening to our boring school pastor. I had recognized him from summer that year, the private school I was now attending also held a cheesy summer camp through the summer, that's where I remember his. To my side was my DB friend, as I called it (DB for Daytona Beach, I wasn't quite adjusted). Her name is Bailey; I met her at the cheesy camp. In front of me, who I didn't really pay much attention to, were Matthew and Karon, looked alike, acted a like, and were alike, I swore they were brothers, oh well. I didn't know either; all I remember is a girl whispering to another on how "hot" he was. Normal, he was normal. Not only was Middle School new, but it was also my first week at the bloody school. So far, I hated it. As I was being myself, drawing random things like "I love elephants" on a composition book our teachers felt that we needed to take notes, he noticed me. I never thought much about it, but when IT happened, I thought about it non-stop.