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A Boy
I wasn’t expecting to like it here. After all, I had no boyfriend, only a couple old friends from summer camp whom live here by coincidence, and I didn’t want to come here anyway.
Then I walked into my new high school. Then I saw him. He had black hair that was falling I his face, green eyes, and was putting books into his locker. I saw no one else to ask where my locker was (purposely). So I walked up to him.
“Excuse me.” I said.
“Yes?” He replied.
“Where is locker 214?” I asked.
“Right here.” He pointed to the locker next to his.
“Okay, thanks.” I began to open it.
“Your new, right.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m Kyle.” He stuck his hand out.
“Courtney.” I shook his hand.
“So um, I was wondering, if you might want to go out sometime?” He sad uneasily.
“Really? Sure.” I said smiling.
My life here was now beginning.
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