I found myself constantly thinking about that golden-eyed boy. He had a cute look to him, different from the jerks and jocks that I had despised. I wanted to find him, to go back and introduce myself, get his name. But who was I kidding? I knew my ways, I was deathly shy and sticked to the three friends I had. Although, I needed a new friend, and I did always get along better with the boys. I couldn’t concentrate on any homework I had been given, and every time I closed my eyes I saw his. I didn’t know what any of it meant, but I did know that I couldn’t wait to see him again tomorrow. I found myself wide awake that night, racking my brains for the boy’s name. I couldn’t remember any names except for Steve, the one boy who had every class with me. I damned him, wishing the golden-eyed boy was in all of my classes. I finally fell asleep, exhausted from the excitement of my first day.