So he arrived...
He was a foreigner, I think that was the reason I was mesmerized with him. I mean can you blame me? I was 11 years old! I had never been in love before, I didn't even knew what being in love was. WAY TO GO Mary! You had to fall in love with the first guy that talked to you, great!
So, where was I?
Oh yeah... So the first day of school I really couldn't take my eyes of him. He, to me at least, was the most gorgeous person I had ever seen in my entire life. He had a beautiful smile, two beautiful greenish-blue eyes, his skin was white as snow and his hair was light brown. The second day, I dared talk to him. Yeah, I couldn't manage not to fire my face up and ridiculously look like a red tomato, but I guess it was worth the try.
We were in conversation class... And he spoke perfectly, just like the high level class. Unlike all of us, the beginners, that talked like we were stutterers, he managed though to not laugh that much at us.
When we exit our class, my group of so called "friends" where all around him, trying to have a real conversation with him. I just listened. Why do you ask ?
I'm an introvert. That's the mare reason I couldn't talk to anybody. If they started the conversation first, then I could talk, but if no one ever said anything to me, then I was probably invisible to everyone.
So I just listened...then my Disney side came out and made an entrance. My body didn't hesitated, but now that I think think of it, it was a little lame hehe... What I said was:
~ Hey so you can say Supercalifragilistiexpialidoucious?
He then just gazed at me and laughed a little the he said the word perfectly... I was so hooked and confused...
He listened to me, he answered me, add to that the fact that his big blue eyes were looking at me.