This is What I've
School began on Monday, and so I drove
the three miles to the school—err, my new school. I had
planned on keeping my head down and ignoring everyone, but that
plan failed immensely. I was noticed by a tall, brown haired,
green eyed boy. He followed me around everywhere during the day,
and I finally confronted him after school.
“Why are you following me? Who do
you think you are?” I said to him. We were standing in the
parking lot. I could feel people staring.
“My name is Darrian. You’re
Anya-Grace Zevin, right?” he said.
“Yes. My name is Anya-Grace.
Answer my question,” I snapped.
“I just did.”
“No, about the ‘following
me’ part.” I was beginning to feel irritated with
“I wasn’t following you. We
just happen to have all the same classes.” He stepped
closer to me and squinted. “Hey, you’re eyes are
purple. That’s cool. Is it natural?”
I sighed. “Yes. It runs in the
family. Just, do me a favor, okay? Leave me alone.”
“Trust me; you don’t want to
mix in with me.” I walked away and got into my car, just
seconds before Allie did.
“Hey Anya! Guess what? I already
made two friends! I think I love it here. There’s this one
girl who . . .” she started rambling, but I hardly heard
her. I was distracted by a tall, brown haired, green eyed boy.
Darrian was really cute, but I didn’t come to New Hampshire
to mix in with some guy. I knew what boys were like—well,
New York boys.
“Anya! Are you even listening to
me?” I looked over at her and she could tell that I
wasn’t. She sighed. “Never mind.”
“No, Allie, I’m sorry. What
were you saying?”
“Never mind. It’s really not
that important.” She crossed her arms across her chest.
“Allie, please. I’m sorry. I
was distracted by someone I met today.” I hoped that maybe
this little hint would get the reaction I wanted.
She turned to me, uncrossed her arms,
and said, “Really? Was it a boy? Do you like him? Does he
like you? Is he cute? Anya-Grace, who is he?” Yup.
There’s the reaction I wanted.
“I’m not going to tell you a
word until you tell me what you won’t.”
“Fine. My teachers think I’m
really smart and said that I could possibly skip eighth grade and
go straight into ninth grade,” she said rapidly.
“Now, answer my questions about this boy!”
“First of all, that’s great!
I think you should talk to Mom and Dad about
it, though, but you should totally do it.
Secondly, I never even said that this person was a boy. Maybe I
made a friend and she’s really super awesome and I just
couldn’t wait to find out more about her because I think
she’s just that awesome.”
“You’re lying. I have never
seen you smile so much before. Well, yes I have, when you started
dating Richie. Either way, it’s totally a boy. What’s
I sighed. She knew me too well.
“His name is Darrian. He’s tall, very tall, and he
has brown hair and green eyes. He’s so perfect! And he
noticed my purple eyes.” I smiled at the memory.
“Anya! You like him. So much! Ah!
You two are going to be the perfect couple.” Allie was
nearly drooling over this story.
We went on like this for the rest of the
car ride; me supplying new details, and Allie drooling over them.
I was beginning to feel exhausted, but I was glad she was
don't know about this story, but would you guys be willing to
read it if I continued? I wrote the basic story line of it as a
short story for English class, and my mom said it was good enough
to make a novel out of it. So, imma try it out. Please tell me
what you think, and fav it if you actually read it. Thanks!!