“Isn’t he just so cute?” I asked my best friend Susan. I was thinking about Ryan. The cutest boy in the whole eight grade. I was practically in love with him. And, unfortunately, so was Susan. And all the girls in the whole entire school. I felt special though. He was my boyfriend. It was like a miracle.
“Yeah, totally,” said Susan as she fluttered her eye lashes. Susan had long, strait jet black hair and intense, hazel eyes. I, one the other hand, had frizzy red hair and brown eyes. Did I mention I had braces at the time? Sad, I know.
Ryan actually liked me for me, though. I was one cloud nine. Then, he got up from his seat and sat across from me.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi!” Susan leaned forward and smiled.
“Hey Susan, looking good!” said Ryan. Excuse me?
“Why thank you, hot shot!” she replied. Great.
“Hey, can we talk?” asked Ryan. He was looking at me.
“Yeah,”. Susan got up and went to talk to Megan. our other friend.
“We have to break up!” said Ryan.
“What? Why? Me? No!”
“I don’t have the same feelings,”.