Love in America

Before I knew it I was parked outside a big grey building. I hopped off my motercycle and pulled off my helmet.

I ran my fingers through my hair before turning back to the school.

"Salem District High" the sign over the door read, with the fraise "for a smarter generation" underneath it.

That’s not pressuring at all I thought sarcastically, wait, how did my inside voice become so sarcastic all of the sudden?

I have to stop thinking like this I thought. Shaking my head at myself.

"Hey, are you new?" I male sounding voice said from behind me. I blushed. I must have looked weird, shaking my head at myself. "Ya-" When I looked at him it hit me, you know, like when your shopping and you accidentally push a door that clearly says pull on it and are confused for a few minuets than embarrassed because the sails clerk is looking at you like "what the heck?. Ya, like that ,minus the embarrassment of course. I shook myself out of my thoughts.

"I'm-" I looked around the now deserted hall, "-bliss."