Great day outside. Great weather, great temperature. Everything is just that great. And best of all. I get to see HIM. Yes, HIM. I get to spend a whooollee day on a field trip with HIM. Him and his perfect smile, him and his perfect hair, ooooohhh he is just so perfectly him. So Perfect. So I just ran down the stairs to my bus, exicted for the day to start. My heart was thumping and wouldn’t stop. I took several deep breaths. Just thinking about HIM makes my heart want to stop. As my bus approached the school, guess who I saw. Yeah, you guessed it. Him. Him and his perfect blonde hair, and perfect everything. I stared and stared. My bus driver honked at me to get off. I grabbed my stuff and muttered a quick apology to him and ran down. I followed Him. Oh wait I should stop calling him, “him”. His name is Brian, and oooohhh he is just SO perfect. But of course who was I to mention my crush to him. I was just a normal girl doing normal things. People like him liked Cheerleaders or like those Pom girls who wear miniskirts all day. I was just a band geek. Well, I don’t look like one, I don’t have glasses and such. I’m pretty athletic, I play Volleyball on the school team. But I was that “sexy” let’s put it that way. As I walked into the classroom, the teacher has already started dismissing the students to their assigned busses. I sincerely hoped I would be put on the same bus as Brian. NOPE! The teacher put me on the third bus with all the other teachers and chaperons because they ran out of seats on the first two. There goes my o so great day. I slumped in the bus seat looking through the front wind shield at Brian sitting in the back seat with his best friend. They talked and laughed and had a great time. While I had to sit in the back and look. When we got to the museum, I had been assigned to a group of nerdy kids who talked all day about how they read about this in that, and how they saw this on History channel. I just day dreamed about my perfect Brian. We passed Brian’s group several times, but everytime, he was talking to his guy friend and never paid attention to me as I waved. Oh well. I will just wait until lunch to confess. Yes I decided to tell him about my undying love for him. Wish me luck. Lunch came and I saw him sitting there. I walked up to his table and managed a small “hi”. He looked at me and smiled. HE EVEN OFFERED ME A SEAT NEXT TO HIM!. My face turned red. “Is something wrong?” he questioned?