Sometimes I feel like a lost cause. Here I was, in the last days of school before summer, staring at the girl of my dreams. Class ends this week, and pretty soon, I’ll never see most of my classmates ever again, which means I have nothing to lose. And yet, I also have nothing to say. Well that’s not true, I have plenty to say. I just can’t seem to verbalize any of it when I’m around her.
Claire Spencer was at her locker, putting some of her books away. She stood in the narrow hallway… the very narrow hallway… the very narrow poorly lit hallway, crammed with a bunch of high school seniors, making it nearly impossible to move around… Wow, did I digress. It didn’t really matter where Claire stood, or how dark it was, or how many people surrounded her. She could stand out among the crowd like a pimple on Kim Kardashian’s face. Not that I mean to imply Claire is like a pimpl