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The First Day

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It was the first day of my freshman year; probably one of the most stressful days I've ever had. I'd heard all the rumors about high school. How it's drama filled, and peer-pressure is an oh-too-often event. I looked down at the schedule in my hand, that contained my classes, along with my locker number and combination. I stumbled to my locker and fumbled with the lock until I got the combination right. I flung the locker door open, and something fluttered to the floor. I knelt down to inspect it; it was a pink envelope with the name 'Aimee' on the front. I gulped, that's my name. I carefully tore the envelope at the top and pulled out a letter written in cursive writing. It read:

Aimee,

Today's your big day, huh? Mine too, I suppose. Anyway, I wrote this because I finally overcame my fear. Overcame my fear of telling you how I feel. I've been in love with you since 7th grade, but never told you. I assumed it would probably ruin our friendship; so I never told you. But I'll wait for you at the fountain in the front of the school at 4:00pm exactly. I hope to see you there, Aimee.

Love,
Me.

I stood up with the letter in hand, and looked around cautiously to see if this secret person might be watching over me as I read it. I gathered my things and put the letter in an empty folder and went to my first class. Still not getting that letter out of my mind, I tried to pay attention to the teacher. Before I knew it, the day was over. I went through Biology, Algebra, History, lunch, English, and my electives before I even knew it. The clock only read 3:30, so I walked around the empty halls, adjusting myself to them, since I knew I was going to be here for the next 4 years of my life. I knew my best and worst times would happen in this school.

I walked past the gym, which was giant and pristine. I walked through the lunchroom, getting cleaned and prepped for tomorrow's lunches already. I strolled through the English and Science hallways, looking at what may be my future classrooms. I walked past the pool, and the weight room, and finally saw it was 4:05p.m. I rushed to the front of the school where the fountain was, right over the hill. I ran up to it, and was shocked by who I saw. It was the guy I thought despised me, the guy I always wanted to strangle. It was Robert Jameson. He looked up at me, and smiled. He patted the spot next to him, and I reluctantly sat down. I glared at him, wondering if maybe this is some kind of joke. He sighed, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Look Aimee, I know that you don't like me. But I love you. I really do, I hid it by being mean, and tormenting you. I know it was wrong, but I didn't know what the feeling was. I realized it in the middle of 8th grade, but now I know I just want to be with you. We're in high school; we can be together without people thinking we're ridiculous and weird for being middle schoolers. Just tell me that you maybe feel that way too, regardless of what I've said or done?" I sighed, I couldn't believe this was happening. Me and Robert? Who would have ever thought? My friends hate him, his friends hate me . . . How would this work out? How would it affect our friends? Have I actually loved him this whole time? I pondered all these things and looked him in the eyes. I never realized how beautiful and blue they were. I searched them for answers, but realized I must decide this on my own. I made him wait long enough, I searched and racked my brain for an answer.

I knew what I was going to do. I knew what would make me happy. I sighed, and opened my mouth. It was the moment of truth, that could maybe change my whole high school life even though I'd just been born into it.

 

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