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Isabella Garcia-Shapiro's PRIVATE Journal
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September 25th
I saw a boy today.
He bumped into me on the way to science.
He made me drop my books.
They went
Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
And he caught them.
For me.
And gave them.
To me.
And I stared into his big, blue eyes.
And I started
Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
In love.
I never really believed in love at first sight.
Until I saw him.
Do you think it's weird?
Weird how I've fallen in love with a guy I don't even know?
I think it's okay.
He's in my grade.
Plus he's cute.
He has bright red hair that reminds me of flames.
Burning red flames.
The kind you're desperate to stay away from.
Except his flames lure you in.
He also has the most beautiful smile.
Oh, what a smile he has.
He only touched me for a brief moment.
Not even a full second.
But it's the short times I'll treasure forever.
When his hands brushed against mine.
Sparks flew.
And whenever I think about it.
They still do.
The moment keeps replaying over and over in my mind.
Like a really good movie.
Or a really stupid song you just can't get out of your head.
Except the moment wasn't stupid.
It was perfect.
He's really popular among his friends.
So he'll probably never look at me again.
But I don't care.
It's not like I'd ever be able to handle that kind of pressure.
The pressure of him asking my name.
Or even worse.
My phone number.
Not that he would.
I'm way too shy.
But that doesn't stop me from wanting him.
From needing him.
From thinking about him.
All the time.
...
Well, I guess you want to know his name, right?
So I'll tell you now, I guess.
His name is rather odd.
If I might say so myself.
It does not suit him very well.
Unlike the nickname I've given him.
...
What?
Okay, you're right.
I'm stalling.
I'll tell you now.
No lies.
I promise.
I swear.
Okay, so here it goes...
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.
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.
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I heard his name was Phineas Flynn.
I'd rather call him
Firecracker.
Not much to say here. Review please.
-Beta :D
