Chapter Four: Serendipity
Hermione sat, almost overwhelmed with confusion and anxiousness, for quite some time. She really didn't know how to react to this new information. She had searched for so long and so hard to find that it was all for nothing, the one she was looking for was right in front of her. Should she run out right now and hunt down every Slytherin in the entire castle. Or hadn't she just about look at all of them, at least passing them in the hallway gave her a look into their eyes, isn't that all she had needed to do to find the one? Then why hadn't she found him?
She looked at her paper in front of her.
I'll look again. she thought to herself. This time, I'll find him. The next day she did not have classes with Slytherins once. But that didn't stop her from glaring at all of them at meals. She kept her eyes on the Slytherin table and, at breakfast, had been through the first half of the Slytherin group, and she hadn't found him yet. She frown but knew that she still had another half to go. He could very well be the last person I look at, she reasoned.
So then at lunch, she continued her search but only got through half of the second half of the Slytherins.
"Hermione, what do you think your doing staring at the Slytherins? I hope you don't have a thing for one of them." Ron interjected.
"What? Thing? NO!" she said.
"Good, but why have you been.staring at them all day? Every minute of breakfast you had your eye on one of them." he asked her lightly.
"I'm not staring. I guess my eye is wondering a little." As she stole a quick glance at Georgian Fyler, a 7th year, and got nothing. That afternoon the sun was shining and the air was chilly, and Hermione, Ron, and Harry could be found outside on the grounds, preparing for a test in Muggle Studies.
"Ron, in what year did Fleming discover penicillin?" Hermione questioned Ron, trying and failing to keep his mind on work.
"Last year?" he answered, his attention completely focused on something else, or, for that matter, someone else.
His eyes were in the direction of a Hufflepuff girl with shiny blonde hair speaking to another Hufflepuff boy. Ron seemed to be greatly intrigued by their conversation. The girl shot a glance in their direction and smiled when she returned to her friend.
"Ron." Hermione said sternly. He whipped around to look at her.
"What?" he said seemingly caught off guard.
"Do you like her?" she asked him. A bemused expression came across his face as he said, "Who? Her? I don't even know her. Why would I like someone who is flirting with someone else anyways?" he said, a slightly annoyed tone could be heard in his voice.
"They don't look like their flirting Ron, just talking. She keeps looking over here anyways. You haven't noticed?" she told him and his face suddenly lit up, although he tried to hide it."
"Really? You don't think she is flirting with him?" he asked her in worry.
"No, go talk to her." She told him encouragingly.
"Umm," he started, "no. Let's get back to studying." And he flipped his body to face Hermione. Although she could tell his mind was still on the girl. Harry had remained awfully quiet while Ron talked about the girl. Wasn't he interested in the first girl his best friend had ever started to like?
That is strange. thought Hermione.
But before she could dwell on it anymore, a group of Slytherins joined the crowd outside and strolled across the grounds, Malfoy was included in this group. She stared at them, maybe one will look this way. she hoped. And one did.Malfoy.
His eyes met hers and for a moment she thought she felt something, but she brushed it off and continued to catch the eye of the following Slytherins, none of them gave her a feeling though. So she went back to her books.
That night Hermione worked on her essay again until it was finished. She was happy that she could finally share her experience with someone, or a whole class of someone's, but she was beginning to worry what they would say when they heard her story.
"Their going to think it was dumb." She told herself. She wondered if they would think of her as childish now that she was searching for someone she had met as a child and whom she thought would be the love of her life.
"Its kind of corny now that I think about it."
Hermione decided, just to be on the safe side, that she would write another essay, just as a precaution in case she backed out of reading her first essay. She wrote this one about having dinner with her dad in Chicago.
When morning came she again surveyed all of the Slytherins she could at the table. And when it came time for their classes together, she looked at it as a treat, for once in her life. This way she could have much more time to look at all of them and she was sure to find him. But she would soon learn that she was in for a far better treat that day. Harry had remained awfully quiet while Ron talked about the girl. Wasn't he interested in the first girl his best friend had ever started to like?
That is strange. thought Hermione.
But before she could dwell on it anymore, a group of Slytherins joined the crowd outside and strolled across the grounds, Malfoy was included in this group. She stared at them, maybe one will look this way. she hoped. And one did.Malfoy.
His eyes met hers and for a moment she thought she felt something, but she brushed it off and continued to catch the eye of the following Slytherins, none of them gave her a feeling though. So she went back to her books.
That night Hermione worked on her essay again until it was finished. She was happy that she could finally share her experience with someone, or a whole class of someone's, but she was beginning to worry what they would say when they heard her story.
"Their going to think it was dumb." She told herself. She wondered if they would think of her as childish now that she was searching for someone she had met as a child and whom she thought would be the love of her life.
"Its kind of corny now that I think about it." Hermione decided, just to be on the safe side, that she would write another essay, just as a precaution in case she backed out of reading her first essay. She wrote this one about having dinner with her dad in Chicago.
When morning came she again surveyed all of the Slytherins she could at the table. And when it came time for their classes together, she looked at it as a treat, for once in her life. This way she could have much more time to look at all of them and she was sure to find him. But she would soon learn that she was in for a far better treat that day. She took her seat as she stared into the eyes of many slytherins, sometimes getting nasty glares in return.
If they only knew what I was looking for in them. she thought and this kept her spirits high and her eyes still searching.
As she sat down she drew around in her seat and found that the person she disliked the most, especially when she was about to read something personal in front of the class, was sitting behind her.
"Granger, why must you always stare at me?" Draco announced with a smirk to his friends around him.
Hermione gave a quick "Ha!" and returned to face the class.
"Good afternoon students." Said Professor Hiart.
"Good afternoon Professor." Droned the class.
"Alright, well did everyone write their essays I assigned?" he asked.
"Yes Professor." Said the class again in unison.
"Good, good, well I've already chosen three students to read for us today. They are Miss Pansy Parkinson, Mr. Gregory Harland, and Miss Hermione Granger."
"Of course." She said.
"Good luck Granger." Said an annoying little snicker from behind her.
She raised her hand avidly. "Yes Miss Granger?" Professor Hiart asked her.
"I would like to go first." She offered with a smile on her face, but it was quickly wiped away.
"Well actually the reading will take place in the order that I announced them. So Miss Parkinson? Will you do the honors?" The Professor said. Leaving Hermione in great dislike for him.
"Nice try Granger, trying to get over it as soon as possible? Well you just wait, you'll regret writing your little love paper." He said with a cold laugh.
"What!" she said in shock. LOVE PAPER? HOW DOES HE KNOW?
She stared down at her paper, how did he know??? And then she saw it.
Searching For Love, by: Hermione Granger written across the head of her paper.
Duh. she thought.
"Okay," Pansy said in her high squeaky voice, she cleared her throat, "It all started in his room, our eyes were locked and our hearts were crying for each other. He made towards me and put a hand on my-."
"Ok!!" screamed Professor Hiart, "That's.enough Miss Parkinson." He said his eyes bulging out of his head as he took his glasses off and cleaned them.
"Next." He said. Gregory Harland's story was about a toy that he had when he was young. Everyone gave a small scene of claps when he was done.
"Wonderful Mr. Harland, full credit. Next." He stated and Hermione's heart gave a twist and she panicked. She held both of her papers in a hand deciding which to read.
Which one? They'll laugh at me if I tell them about the boy. Won't they? Malfoy will.he always laughs.no matter what.
She stood up with an essay in her hands and smiled before starting. She could hear Malfoy chuckling behind her.
"I remember running after my mother's hand swinging up ahead. I had let go of her to glare in a window full of color. I love color. It brings so much joy and happiness to life.
I remember we were cold, winter in Chicago was usually this way. The snow was coming down light but it felt like a blizzard. It was so beautiful. Everyone buying gifts for children with love." She paused, still she could hear Malfoy laughing. Does he ever shut up? she thought.
She continued.
"I remember I saw it at the corner of my eye, it was so big and beautiful. As a child I was thrilled by it, and still today it seems beautiful. But then it was the biggest Christmas tree I had ever seen."
Finally! she thought as she heard Malfoy's snickers die down when he cleared his throat and then it was silent. "I remember begging my mother to take me back so I could get a better look. But we had to meet dad for dinner first. And we did. It was good but all I could think about was the tree. All the lights were like magnet's and I couldn't resist the pull of it. Then after dinner, I finally got to see it again. But it came with an extra surprise.
I remember leaving my father's hand and going closer to the tree. I was looking as far up to the top as I could, although my neck hurt, it was the best way to view it in my opinion. When my neck hurt too much I looked down, and there he was. His eyes were light like the snow and his hair was brown. Not too dark and not too light. He was perfect. We smiled at each other for a moment, it felt like forever though. I could have stayed forever. But as good things do they all must come to an end. Moments later I left, leaving him, but our hearts will stay together no matter where we both are." And she finished with a round of applause.
"Very good Miss Granger, very good! Is this a true story?" he asked in a pleasant mood. Her dislike for him was growing less and less as the moment went on.
"Yes Professor." She answered him.
"So do you know who this person is?" he questioned her.
"No sir." She said laughing.
"Well I hope you find him." He said smiling, "And excellent story, full marks." She sat down smiling to herself. She then remembered Malfoy's remarks. 'Well you just wait, you'll regret reading your little love paper.'
At this she turned around to glare at him and rub it in his face that she had done well with her 'little love paper.' But when she turned around in her chair ready to smirk back at him, she found he wasn't smirking. He was staring right at her, his face looked as pale as ever and his eyes were wider than normal. He looked like he was in shock.
"You okay Malfoy? Stunned by my paper? I know." she said and she turned back around. After that class they had no more for the day. The bathrooms and part of hallways were being sprayed for sever fungus and due to this no one could make it to Arithmacy or divination classrooms, therefore all classes were cancelled.
Ron had gone to put all their books and stuff away to make room for the rest of the day, but they had not seen him in over an hour.
"Harry you don't think we lost him for another couple of days.I was so worried last time!" she said in anger.
"No I'm sure he's fine." Harry reassured her.
"But Harry, his mother is dying and he has gone missing before! Now we can't find him, I'm pretty sure he's gone missing now! It only makes logical sense." She said screaming now.
"Hermione, he's fine, trust me! Your worrying over nothing." Harry stated to her a little louder than she was being.
She silenced for a moment as they walked across the grounds. Harry sighed in relief.
"But you don't think he's been hurt or is hurting himself do you?" she said again worrying for Ron. "Hermione, listen," he looked around then looked at her, "I can't tell you what's going on but you need to trust me when I say that Ron is fine. He's just.busy." He said with an air of carelessness.
"You can't tell me what's going on?" she said. And suddenly she had tears in her eyes, "I knew it," she said, "you and Ron are becoming better friends. You can't tell me what's going on? Pretty soon your going to stop hanging out with me and then where will I be?" she said through tears.
Harry came up and hugged her.
"Hermione that would never happen, we would never stop being friends with you, EVER." He said in harsh tone.
"Ron's just not ready to tell you yet, but he will Hermione. Don't worry." And at these words, she stopped.
But what started was her curiosity.what could Ron be doing?
Maybe he is making something for his mother. Maybe she should be doing that? She hadn't really done anything for Mrs. Weasley. But what could she do?
I'm sure Mrs. Weasley would appreciate anything. I'll make her a card or something. Something to lift her spirits.
Maybe he was visiting her! Maybe for those couple of days, Dumbledore had allowed Ron to come back home to be with him mother. But then wouldn't he have let all the boys go? Maybe they are going at a different time.
Maybe he is a werewolf! She thought, the days Ron was away there had been a full moon. She laughed at herself. Why was she accusing one of her best friends to be a werewolf? It was crazy. She sat in bed wondering about Ron when suddenly a loud tapping noise came from her window. She got up, startled, and walked across to see what it was. A large brown bird, a school owl, was clawing and beginning to tear a note that it held in its beak. Before it could rip it in half she opened the window and took it. Causing the owl to hoot and fly away, its feather's ruffled.
She looked at the letter, there was no name, and it was just a white paper that was sealed. She ripped it open and immediately looked at the bottom.no name there either. She began to read:
Hermione,
I don't really know how to say this but I enjoyed your story today in class. I wrote one almost exactly like it. Here's a little part of it:
I remembered my father making me wear that stupid cloak that belonged to a school I hadn't even attended yet. With a snake on it that showed how sure he was that I would be put into Slytherin. The tree was so big that I couldn't see the top. But I could see her. With her long brown hair and beautiful matching eyes. I couldn't stop looking at her. She was amazing. I watched her from across the way until she looked back at me. It was love in an instant. She smiled and I thought I could fly. When I smiled back I knew I would remember that smile for the rest of my life. Even though she left my world a moment later, she will always be with me..
Does that tell you anything? I can't believe I looked for so long and you were right here looking for me too.
See you in class.
Hermione sat, almost overwhelmed with confusion and anxiousness, for quite some time. She really didn't know how to react to this new information. She had searched for so long and so hard to find that it was all for nothing, the one she was looking for was right in front of her. Should she run out right now and hunt down every Slytherin in the entire castle. Or hadn't she just about look at all of them, at least passing them in the hallway gave her a look into their eyes, isn't that all she had needed to do to find the one? Then why hadn't she found him?
She looked at her paper in front of her.
I'll look again. she thought to herself. This time, I'll find him. The next day she did not have classes with Slytherins once. But that didn't stop her from glaring at all of them at meals. She kept her eyes on the Slytherin table and, at breakfast, had been through the first half of the Slytherin group, and she hadn't found him yet. She frown but knew that she still had another half to go. He could very well be the last person I look at, she reasoned.
So then at lunch, she continued her search but only got through half of the second half of the Slytherins.
"Hermione, what do you think your doing staring at the Slytherins? I hope you don't have a thing for one of them." Ron interjected.
"What? Thing? NO!" she said.
"Good, but why have you been.staring at them all day? Every minute of breakfast you had your eye on one of them." he asked her lightly.
"I'm not staring. I guess my eye is wondering a little." As she stole a quick glance at Georgian Fyler, a 7th year, and got nothing. That afternoon the sun was shining and the air was chilly, and Hermione, Ron, and Harry could be found outside on the grounds, preparing for a test in Muggle Studies.
"Ron, in what year did Fleming discover penicillin?" Hermione questioned Ron, trying and failing to keep his mind on work.
"Last year?" he answered, his attention completely focused on something else, or, for that matter, someone else.
His eyes were in the direction of a Hufflepuff girl with shiny blonde hair speaking to another Hufflepuff boy. Ron seemed to be greatly intrigued by their conversation. The girl shot a glance in their direction and smiled when she returned to her friend.
"Ron." Hermione said sternly. He whipped around to look at her.
"What?" he said seemingly caught off guard.
"Do you like her?" she asked him. A bemused expression came across his face as he said, "Who? Her? I don't even know her. Why would I like someone who is flirting with someone else anyways?" he said, a slightly annoyed tone could be heard in his voice.
"They don't look like their flirting Ron, just talking. She keeps looking over here anyways. You haven't noticed?" she told him and his face suddenly lit up, although he tried to hide it."
"Really? You don't think she is flirting with him?" he asked her in worry.
"No, go talk to her." She told him encouragingly.
"Umm," he started, "no. Let's get back to studying." And he flipped his body to face Hermione. Although she could tell his mind was still on the girl. Harry had remained awfully quiet while Ron talked about the girl. Wasn't he interested in the first girl his best friend had ever started to like?
That is strange. thought Hermione.
But before she could dwell on it anymore, a group of Slytherins joined the crowd outside and strolled across the grounds, Malfoy was included in this group. She stared at them, maybe one will look this way. she hoped. And one did.Malfoy.
His eyes met hers and for a moment she thought she felt something, but she brushed it off and continued to catch the eye of the following Slytherins, none of them gave her a feeling though. So she went back to her books.
That night Hermione worked on her essay again until it was finished. She was happy that she could finally share her experience with someone, or a whole class of someone's, but she was beginning to worry what they would say when they heard her story.
"Their going to think it was dumb." She told herself. She wondered if they would think of her as childish now that she was searching for someone she had met as a child and whom she thought would be the love of her life.
"Its kind of corny now that I think about it."
Hermione decided, just to be on the safe side, that she would write another essay, just as a precaution in case she backed out of reading her first essay. She wrote this one about having dinner with her dad in Chicago.
When morning came she again surveyed all of the Slytherins she could at the table. And when it came time for their classes together, she looked at it as a treat, for once in her life. This way she could have much more time to look at all of them and she was sure to find him. But she would soon learn that she was in for a far better treat that day. Harry had remained awfully quiet while Ron talked about the girl. Wasn't he interested in the first girl his best friend had ever started to like?
That is strange. thought Hermione.
But before she could dwell on it anymore, a group of Slytherins joined the crowd outside and strolled across the grounds, Malfoy was included in this group. She stared at them, maybe one will look this way. she hoped. And one did.Malfoy.
His eyes met hers and for a moment she thought she felt something, but she brushed it off and continued to catch the eye of the following Slytherins, none of them gave her a feeling though. So she went back to her books.
That night Hermione worked on her essay again until it was finished. She was happy that she could finally share her experience with someone, or a whole class of someone's, but she was beginning to worry what they would say when they heard her story.
"Their going to think it was dumb." She told herself. She wondered if they would think of her as childish now that she was searching for someone she had met as a child and whom she thought would be the love of her life.
"Its kind of corny now that I think about it." Hermione decided, just to be on the safe side, that she would write another essay, just as a precaution in case she backed out of reading her first essay. She wrote this one about having dinner with her dad in Chicago.
When morning came she again surveyed all of the Slytherins she could at the table. And when it came time for their classes together, she looked at it as a treat, for once in her life. This way she could have much more time to look at all of them and she was sure to find him. But she would soon learn that she was in for a far better treat that day. She took her seat as she stared into the eyes of many slytherins, sometimes getting nasty glares in return.
If they only knew what I was looking for in them. she thought and this kept her spirits high and her eyes still searching.
As she sat down she drew around in her seat and found that the person she disliked the most, especially when she was about to read something personal in front of the class, was sitting behind her.
"Granger, why must you always stare at me?" Draco announced with a smirk to his friends around him.
Hermione gave a quick "Ha!" and returned to face the class.
"Good afternoon students." Said Professor Hiart.
"Good afternoon Professor." Droned the class.
"Alright, well did everyone write their essays I assigned?" he asked.
"Yes Professor." Said the class again in unison.
"Good, good, well I've already chosen three students to read for us today. They are Miss Pansy Parkinson, Mr. Gregory Harland, and Miss Hermione Granger."
"Of course." She said.
"Good luck Granger." Said an annoying little snicker from behind her.
She raised her hand avidly. "Yes Miss Granger?" Professor Hiart asked her.
"I would like to go first." She offered with a smile on her face, but it was quickly wiped away.
"Well actually the reading will take place in the order that I announced them. So Miss Parkinson? Will you do the honors?" The Professor said. Leaving Hermione in great dislike for him.
"Nice try Granger, trying to get over it as soon as possible? Well you just wait, you'll regret writing your little love paper." He said with a cold laugh.
"What!" she said in shock. LOVE PAPER? HOW DOES HE KNOW?
She stared down at her paper, how did he know??? And then she saw it.
Searching For Love, by: Hermione Granger written across the head of her paper.
Duh. she thought.
"Okay," Pansy said in her high squeaky voice, she cleared her throat, "It all started in his room, our eyes were locked and our hearts were crying for each other. He made towards me and put a hand on my-."
"Ok!!" screamed Professor Hiart, "That's.enough Miss Parkinson." He said his eyes bulging out of his head as he took his glasses off and cleaned them.
"Next." He said. Gregory Harland's story was about a toy that he had when he was young. Everyone gave a small scene of claps when he was done.
"Wonderful Mr. Harland, full credit. Next." He stated and Hermione's heart gave a twist and she panicked. She held both of her papers in a hand deciding which to read.
Which one? They'll laugh at me if I tell them about the boy. Won't they? Malfoy will.he always laughs.no matter what.
She stood up with an essay in her hands and smiled before starting. She could hear Malfoy chuckling behind her.
"I remember running after my mother's hand swinging up ahead. I had let go of her to glare in a window full of color. I love color. It brings so much joy and happiness to life.
I remember we were cold, winter in Chicago was usually this way. The snow was coming down light but it felt like a blizzard. It was so beautiful. Everyone buying gifts for children with love." She paused, still she could hear Malfoy laughing. Does he ever shut up? she thought.
She continued.
"I remember I saw it at the corner of my eye, it was so big and beautiful. As a child I was thrilled by it, and still today it seems beautiful. But then it was the biggest Christmas tree I had ever seen."
Finally! she thought as she heard Malfoy's snickers die down when he cleared his throat and then it was silent. "I remember begging my mother to take me back so I could get a better look. But we had to meet dad for dinner first. And we did. It was good but all I could think about was the tree. All the lights were like magnet's and I couldn't resist the pull of it. Then after dinner, I finally got to see it again. But it came with an extra surprise.
I remember leaving my father's hand and going closer to the tree. I was looking as far up to the top as I could, although my neck hurt, it was the best way to view it in my opinion. When my neck hurt too much I looked down, and there he was. His eyes were light like the snow and his hair was brown. Not too dark and not too light. He was perfect. We smiled at each other for a moment, it felt like forever though. I could have stayed forever. But as good things do they all must come to an end. Moments later I left, leaving him, but our hearts will stay together no matter where we both are." And she finished with a round of applause.
"Very good Miss Granger, very good! Is this a true story?" he asked in a pleasant mood. Her dislike for him was growing less and less as the moment went on.
"Yes Professor." She answered him.
"So do you know who this person is?" he questioned her.
"No sir." She said laughing.
"Well I hope you find him." He said smiling, "And excellent story, full marks." She sat down smiling to herself. She then remembered Malfoy's remarks. 'Well you just wait, you'll regret reading your little love paper.'
At this she turned around to glare at him and rub it in his face that she had done well with her 'little love paper.' But when she turned around in her chair ready to smirk back at him, she found he wasn't smirking. He was staring right at her, his face looked as pale as ever and his eyes were wider than normal. He looked like he was in shock.
"You okay Malfoy? Stunned by my paper? I know." she said and she turned back around. After that class they had no more for the day. The bathrooms and part of hallways were being sprayed for sever fungus and due to this no one could make it to Arithmacy or divination classrooms, therefore all classes were cancelled.
Ron had gone to put all their books and stuff away to make room for the rest of the day, but they had not seen him in over an hour.
"Harry you don't think we lost him for another couple of days.I was so worried last time!" she said in anger.
"No I'm sure he's fine." Harry reassured her.
"But Harry, his mother is dying and he has gone missing before! Now we can't find him, I'm pretty sure he's gone missing now! It only makes logical sense." She said screaming now.
"Hermione, he's fine, trust me! Your worrying over nothing." Harry stated to her a little louder than she was being.
She silenced for a moment as they walked across the grounds. Harry sighed in relief.
"But you don't think he's been hurt or is hurting himself do you?" she said again worrying for Ron. "Hermione, listen," he looked around then looked at her, "I can't tell you what's going on but you need to trust me when I say that Ron is fine. He's just.busy." He said with an air of carelessness.
"You can't tell me what's going on?" she said. And suddenly she had tears in her eyes, "I knew it," she said, "you and Ron are becoming better friends. You can't tell me what's going on? Pretty soon your going to stop hanging out with me and then where will I be?" she said through tears.
Harry came up and hugged her.
"Hermione that would never happen, we would never stop being friends with you, EVER." He said in harsh tone.
"Ron's just not ready to tell you yet, but he will Hermione. Don't worry." And at these words, she stopped.
But what started was her curiosity.what could Ron be doing?
Maybe he is making something for his mother. Maybe she should be doing that? She hadn't really done anything for Mrs. Weasley. But what could she do?
I'm sure Mrs. Weasley would appreciate anything. I'll make her a card or something. Something to lift her spirits.
Maybe he was visiting her! Maybe for those couple of days, Dumbledore had allowed Ron to come back home to be with him mother. But then wouldn't he have let all the boys go? Maybe they are going at a different time.
Maybe he is a werewolf! She thought, the days Ron was away there had been a full moon. She laughed at herself. Why was she accusing one of her best friends to be a werewolf? It was crazy. She sat in bed wondering about Ron when suddenly a loud tapping noise came from her window. She got up, startled, and walked across to see what it was. A large brown bird, a school owl, was clawing and beginning to tear a note that it held in its beak. Before it could rip it in half she opened the window and took it. Causing the owl to hoot and fly away, its feather's ruffled.
She looked at the letter, there was no name, and it was just a white paper that was sealed. She ripped it open and immediately looked at the bottom.no name there either. She began to read:
Hermione,
I don't really know how to say this but I enjoyed your story today in class. I wrote one almost exactly like it. Here's a little part of it:
I remembered my father making me wear that stupid cloak that belonged to a school I hadn't even attended yet. With a snake on it that showed how sure he was that I would be put into Slytherin. The tree was so big that I couldn't see the top. But I could see her. With her long brown hair and beautiful matching eyes. I couldn't stop looking at her. She was amazing. I watched her from across the way until she looked back at me. It was love in an instant. She smiled and I thought I could fly. When I smiled back I knew I would remember that smile for the rest of my life. Even though she left my world a moment later, she will always be with me..
Does that tell you anything? I can't believe I looked for so long and you were right here looking for me too.
See you in class.