I had just moved here with my family last week and already school was trouble. One fight the first day, another fight the second day, and tons of homework on the third day. I complained to my mom all night about us moving back to our home in Seattle, Washington but she wasn’t changing her mind. I figured that if I had to fight the entire school year just to fit in, then I would. The next day, I went to school prepared. I had my fighting clothes on and my fighting look. But one look at this girl in my second period class and I was cleared of all my fierceness. The light in the classroom shone brighter over her head. Doves seemed to fly all around her and Sean Kingston’s song Beautiful Girl was louder than ever in my head. I sat in my seat and stared at Little-Miss-No-Name. She turned her head and smiled at me. All I could do was blush. (Although, to see a black boy blush would be a sight to behold.) Nevertheless, this girl had stolen my heart.
I forgot what the lesson was about that day because I wasn’t paying any attention. It was like this girl had me spellbound. Her small and innocent frame of her body, her luscious lips, and her hair that flowed down her back like the rivers and streams of Niagara Falls. During lunch, my tray was hardly touched. How could I eat when the girl of my dreams was sitting two tables in front of me? I just sat and watched her seat. She and her friends laughed as they talked and enjoyed their lunches. As I walked home after school, I noticed her getting into a car that was obviously driven by her mother…or at least, some female family member. I was too distracted by my Little-Miss-No-Name to tell. Anyhow, I decided to go ahead and make my move. Except, wait, what was her name? I’d heard her friends call her something in the cafeteria but I couldn’t remember. And I just knew that she would not like nor respond to Little-Miss-No-Name. I quickly scanned through some names in my head. Vicky…Taylor…Destiny…Patty…I thought back to lunch in the cafeteria. One of the girls had called her name but I just couldn’t get it. By the time that I came up with a name that I guessed was hers, she was gone. I swore loudly. The girl of my dreams had slipped through my grasp. Again. I walked home with a heavy heart that day.
The next day, we had metal detection. I hated metal detection. I hated it because it was stupid. There’s no reason to search everybody for a weapon of some kind. I mean, seriously, what kid would be crazy and stupid enough to come to school with something that they should not have. And checking for cell phones is something else. Cell phone checks are stupid checks. They say do not bring a cell phone to school or else it will be confiscated, yet on the day of an emergency they want and expect us to pull out our cellular phones and call for help or a ride. I think they are all stupid and love the power of being an administrator. My mom pulled up to the front of the school. One look at the numerous amounts of students standing outside and her usual question was asked. “What’s up?” she asked me concerned. “Nuthin,” I said reaching behind me and grabbing my backpack from the backseat. I got out and slammed the car door. “Have a good day,” my mother shouted driving off. I walked up the steps and stood in line. People talked around me laughing and having a good ol’ time. I searched around but could not find my Little-Miss-No-Name anywhere. “Cherish!” I heard a girl in front of me call. I turned around and lo and behold, my Little-Miss-No-Name. Except, now she had a name. Cherish. Last names didn’t matter to me right now. I had her first name and that was enough. As I went to my classes that day, Cherish flowed through my head like a sweet memory. Cherish…Cherish…Cherish…
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