I guess most of m story started in seventh grade. I used to be so
carefree and happy. Then, all of a sudden, I changed. Became more
gloomy and pessimistic. I became violent and rritable. I'm not
sure how.
The next year, I started hanging out with the person that I now
consider my best guy friend, He is a very cheerful person, but I
think we rubbed off on eachother. Sometimes, it feels like we are
growing apart, and it hurts. Other times, it's perfect and
i'm happier than usual.
But then, this past summer, a week before my freshman year started,
I was at band camp. At band camp, I met him. The
loudest alto sax player and probably one of the best-looking guys
I've met. We never talked, I was always too scared, and I'm
sure that he didn't want to talk to me. But, I watched him, and
just from that, I could tell that he was nice, really kind, and
funny.
Two months into the year, we have our first conversation. Over a a
peice of paper he wanted me throw out. Sure, I would've done it
easily, but I enjoyed talking to him. Not the best thing to have a
conversation over, but it was something, even if it only lasted
about a minute. Thank you to the lazy freshman that told him I
would throw it out.
Now. I still haven't forgotten him. I don't think I ever
will. It's not possible. I see him everyday at lunch, we're
both n Mode Congress, and our band director is alwyas telling our
freshman alto sax player to "Be like [him]. I have fallen for
him more and more everyday. Now, I'm a hole that is impossible
for me to climb out of. This is my story, well, the basis of
it.
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