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 Created on 5-9-08
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Prom Me
I sat on the hard wooden bench by the huge windows in the dreadful place I call school. My mind wandered as I couldn’t take my eyes off the big oak tree in the front. Hundreds of students passed me by, but I could care less to notice. My mind was set on one person, a boy. It was this time of season where everyone wants a boyfriend, its called prom. Dresses, killer shoes and a broken heart.
This boy wasn’t just like any boy. He scared me in ways I couldn’t exactly point out. It scared me how when he looked at me I couldn’t look away and when he smiled at me I couldn’t help but smile back. He made me laugh in everyway possible, I don’t know if he meant to make every sentence funny, but it sure was to me. He was also a total nerd, but not like you would picture. He’s obsessed with geeky things, and it’s cute. At least I think it is.
I walk the halls just to see him, and when my phone rings or when I receive a text I crave to know if it’s from him. When he calls me and tells me I’m beautiful and that I’m amazing in everyway. Or when he says I’m weird and silly, I still love hearing him say it. I want him to read my writing and my thoughts, because his opinion is the only one that matters to me.
I daydream in class and it puts me back a letter grade every time I do it. I’m failing every class. Sometimes when he’s talking to me I can’t breathe and sometimes when I think about him I can’t get to sleep.
I want to take a road trip with just him. We could drive and drive all day until we find the place that suits are hearts the best and completely fall into each other.
He knocked me out of my space world as he sat down in front of me. He had left third period easily that day to go pick up something that he’d been excited for, for what seemed like weeks. It surprised me to see him sitting in front of me and I smiled big, calling his name.
“Hi,” He laughed
“Hi,” I said back, the feeling of not being able to breathe taking over my body once again.
“I have something for you,” Butterflies jumped up and down in my stomach as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black fuzzy jewelry box. My hands almost started shaking. He opened it so gracefully it seemed impossible to me. Inside laid a perfect necklace. The sliver chain drooped down the front of the box and held a small casual locket. I look it in my hand and couldn’t say anything at all. I then had a desire to kiss him, it happened in all the movies. It could happen now, but my shyness got in the way of that. I pulled on the necklace, sliding it gracefully out of the box. Underneath was a small, simple note. So simple that before I read it I knew what it said. He looked at me with courage and told me to open it. I took the white paper between my small fingers and opened it to words I’ve wanted him to ask in a long time. “Will you go to prom with me?”
I sat on the hard wooden bench by the huge windows in the dreadful place I call school. My mind wandered as I couldn’t take my eyes off the big oak tree in the front. Hundreds of students passed me by, but I could care less to notice. My mind was set on one person, a boy. It was this time of season where everyone wants a boyfriend, its called prom. Dresses, killer shoes and a broken heart.
This boy wasn’t just like any boy. He scared me in ways I couldn’t exactly point out. It scared me how when he looked at me I couldn’t look away and when he smiled at me I couldn’t help but smile back. He made me laugh in everyway possible, I don’t know if he meant to make every sentence funny, but it sure was to me. He was also a total nerd, but not like you would picture. He’s obsessed with geeky things, and it’s cute. At least I think it is.
I walk the halls just to see him, and when my phone rings or when I receive a text I crave to know if it’s from him. When he calls me and tells me I’m beautiful and that I’m amazing in everyway. Or when he says I’m weird and silly, I still love hearing him say it. I want him to read my writing and my thoughts, because his opinion is the only one that matters to me.
I daydream in class and it puts me back a letter grade every time I do it. I’m failing every class. Sometimes when he’s talking to me I can’t breathe and sometimes when I think about him I can’t get to sleep.
I want to take a road trip with just him. We could drive and drive all day until we find the place that suits are hearts the best and completely fall into each other.
He knocked me out of my space world as he sat down in front of me. He had left third period easily that day to go pick up something that he’d been excited for, for what seemed like weeks. It surprised me to see him sitting in front of me and I smiled big, calling his name.
“Hi,” He laughed
“Hi,” I said back, the feeling of not being able to breathe taking over my body once again.
“I have something for you,” Butterflies jumped up and down in my stomach as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black fuzzy jewelry box. My hands almost started shaking. He opened it so gracefully it seemed impossible to me. Inside laid a perfect necklace. The sliver chain drooped down the front of the box and held a small casual locket. I look it in my hand and couldn’t say anything at all. I then had a desire to kiss him, it happened in all the movies. It could happen now, but my shyness got in the way of that. I pulled on the necklace, sliding it gracefully out of the box. Underneath was a small, simple note. So simple that before I read it I knew what it said. He looked at me with courage and told me to open it. I took the white paper between my small fingers and opened it to words I’ve wanted him to ask in a long time. “Will you go to prom with me?”
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Please Login to post comments| On May 10th 2008 xxXrareloveXx Said : | |
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Wow, I wish I had something like that.KMP! |
