Ahhh… the first day of school. Today I’m no longer a “sevvie” (what eighth graders call seventh graders, the equivalent of “freshman” in high school), but I am now an official “eightball” (hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t come up with it), the rulers of the school.

       But somewhere during the magical summer that makes a 7th grader an 8th grader, something happened. Let’s just say the nice boys I once knew are… well, they’re perverts.

       You know you’re definitely not in 7th grade anymore when someone grabs your butt. -.-

KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF! (How hard is that?)

(Apparently, very ^)

       The 8th grade hallway looks  like an Flo Rida music video. Imagine that.

       Okay, okay, maybe that’s a little more racy than it really is. But still.

       So maybe I haven’t told you the whole story. The truth is, going through some of my classes are a little awkward o_O. Have you ever had a crush that turned you down? I have. You know the story… I thought he was different. But he was just one of those guys. Those guys that brag about how many girls liked them. Guys that go out with hot girls just for the fun of it.

        Maybe God must have known what I was thinking because he was out to get me. I go to my morning classes all excited. And then there’s a bomb dropped on me. *Insert shocked face here*

WHY IS HE HERE?!

       I  cannot describe how akward it was for the rest of science class. At least I’m not assigned to sit next to him. :S

       But I’m a strong girl, so I don’t let that put me down. I head to 2nd period, thinking, “It’s only going to get better.” And right when I walk through the gymnasium doors for Physical Eucation… you guessed it. -.- He’s here… again!  And this time, I’m actually assigned to be in his team for the rest of the trimester. I have to sit in front of him. Geez, it’s just so uncomfortable. And I don’t even know what he’s thinking. I mean, does he still remember what happened in 7th grade? That little love note I wrote him? When I finally had the nerves to ask him out myself… and got brutally rejected? (Well… I wouldn’t say brutally, but hey, it sucks.) Or maybe he doesn’t even remember who I am, and I’m just in over my head over it. *spaz attack*

        Whatever happens, I’m sure it will be better in time. Tomorrow looks like a brighter day. Hey, who knows? Maybe he’ll get a schedule change!