As I headed to lunch, I walked with my new friend Cici, telling her about the golden-eyed boy. She didn’t seem to understand why I didn’t just talk to him, and trying to explain it all seemed useless. I scanned the lunchroom for him, crossing my fingers for luck, but I couldn’t find him. I was quiet during lunch, and Cici let me think in silence. I wished he would be in my lunch period, so that he could come sit with me, talk to me; tell me his name! When the boys left lunch, I was determined to see him at his locker. The bell rang, and I flew out of the lunchroom, but I missed him. I sighed, and walked slowly to my next class, not caring if I would be late.

It wasn’t like I liked global or anything.