It's Him.. Again.

my name is Chanel Vega, I'm 16 years old I'm going to a new school again. we moved to another District in my city, it's not like I really missed anyone in the old school anyway I didn't even really have any friends I was quiet just like I will be in this school as well. besides it's my second to last year it's not like I'm going to really make any friends other than the ones from my older school before the other new school. but I see them every other weekend so it's fine. me and my mom are in the car going to meet the principal and see my classes we arrived shortly and my mom Parts in the parking lot the school is big but not too big that's too intimidating a bunch of kids walk in seemingly late. we walk into my mom and the principal see each other the principal smile sweetly and escorts us to office which is at the end of the hall. we're going get my schedule I have English first period then math, science, history, and PE.

I saw a my mother tells me to go to class even now even though I just got here, I walk down the clean hallways it smelled really good like lemon not the real lemon like artificial lemon the one that is in those cleansers. I write room 106 it's my English class in little window I see a couple of students and the teacher pointing at a board then I open the door anxiety runs through my veins I'm very scared all the kids are looking at me and I look at the teacher. he probably smiled at me which put me at ease. he takes quick look my schedule and tells me to sit in the third row on the left, that's when I saw him a familiar face a beautiful familiar face handsome young man sits right at the corner of where I'm sitting we're a little bit farther from the class his hair is flowing from the window that's creaked open. the Autumn Wind runs through his hair his eyes are looking at the window. I sit down next to him trying to make myself underwear as I look at him quite a bit he looks very familiar.

when he turns around I could see more of his face and it hit me it's him it's Castro, San Castro we went to middle school together we were kind of friends back then I used to like him very much I cried when we graduated. I remember he told me once that we would be friends for a long time even made a pinky promise. he looks much older now I don't think he remembers me though it's sad because I remember him I even made a diary about him it was all about him. his dark black eyes with the Sun beams Ray across them.

this feeling in my stomach when I looked at him I knew I might just like him again