A month since school started, I had a crush on this guy from my class. He’s a few inches taller than me, not that short brown hair. And that same month, this girl named Angie from our class had to change sections because of a small problem the teachers had. That day, he was really sad, and when we went to lunch, I saw his wrist, and it had a heart with A in the middle. I was broken into a million pieces. I cried and cried after school. I decided it would be best not to like him since I would only suffer. A month has passed, and I’ve kind of moved on? I think I’m starting to like this other guy named Sam. He’s the band’s lead drummer; he has a huge music talent. He’s way taller, with shorter hair and a cute smile; he’s a really calm guy. We hardly talk, though, only when some random s*** happens in front of us.
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