Today is yet another day she dedicated her time for research on something related to my street. I hate to assume, but I think she might be stalking my neighbor. Never met the dude, but like, she’s absolutely weird for that. That being said, she’s so pretty. I find myself looking for her before I get on my bus for school. I think I developed a girl crush on her. Maybe when I become an adult I’ll be blessed with the same confidence she effortlessly exudes.

  I’ve get on my bus like any other morning for my “priceless” education. It’s gotten so repetitive. Like clockwork, my bus arrives exactly four minutes late to my stop. I get to school only to take the same seven classes from nine to four. Or at least this is how it usually goes for my monotonous days but today is a bit different. Nothing about my routine changed though. No, the bus didn’t arrive early and to make it perfectly clear, I didn’t miss my bus. This time, I simply caught a glimpse of the pretty lady getting out of her beetle from my bus! My regular Tuesday seems much brighter. She’s so cool. Her beige overcoat is such a nice contrast to her auburn hair… should I grow my hair out? I’m lost in thought until I feel a tap on my shoulder.

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  “Girl! Wake up, we’re here! Come on Katie, let’s get to class!” I immediately snap back to reality. What would I do without my best friend? Like, seriously, I wouldn’t trade her for the world.

  She tells me about her stressful morning as we walk to class but my mind is still on let’s call her “June”. Don’t get me wrong, I am still listening. She’s talking about the same thing she mentioned yesterday about her siblings. And quite frankly, I agree with her. She shouldn’t have to fight for a spot in the restroom so early in the morning. However, I’m still a little flustered. June’s outfit could’ve been in a magazine and I wouldn’t have looked twice. Is it “je ne sais quoi”? She’s absolutely breathtaking. I can’t help but stare. I hope I'm not too obvious. I wonder if she works out. I’m on the track team and all, but I might’ve just lost when it came to the gene pool. Welp, no point crying over spilled milk.