I sat down, as being aware that I knew nobody. Starting class with people I had no idea who they were, was terrible, but not the worst thing ever. Watching people walk past, staring. Or what my mind told me. I pondered on having new friends, which was a little more comforting, but I was still fairly nervous. But as I looked back, I was caught staring at a woman. Stunning, beautiful, and…Perfect. She sat down two seats in front of me. I just couldn’t hold back gazing at her. She had dark red hair, ear piercings, and just everyday regular clothes. I sat there everyday, she did aswell. And everyday I lounged constantly glancing at her beauty, which I couldn’t help. About close to the third semester I gave myself more, and more of an urge to talk to her, yet I couldn’t find the courage in me to do it. I needed to talk to her, I needed to get to know her. But my stupid body wouldn’t take me there to do it. I feel like she is way above me, as if I was a poor peasant, and she was a queen. If I do talk to her, I just might explode….. -Conclude-

If you like this story (It is very true) get your friends to read this, I will be making more, since this is actually happening in my life, thanks. And have a good one.

                                                                                                                                -Name Here