Today, she asked me on a date.
Well it's not really a date.
I want to call it a date though.
It started in history, one day before the dance.
"Do you want to come over to my house tomorrow?" She asked.
"We could get ready for the dance together"
I shakily nodded my head.
I'll convince my mother to let me go.
As with any mention of the dance, the boy scowls.
He begins scrawling down information and
He breaks the tip of his pencil.
He mutters something that I can't hear, and stomps off to the pencil sharpener.
I wish he would get over his little crush already.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Her
RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
