I knew a boy but he wasn’t just any boy. He was a boy but a boy that I liked. He eyes were as blue as the ocean and his hair as yellow as a banana. This boy was completely different from me but I liked him. I liked him a lot. So one day, a girl told a boy who told him I liked him and a boy told a girl who told me that he liked me. I guess it was what both of us wanted to hear because at the end of a school day we were pushed inside a janitor’s closet alone and by ourselves.
“What have you heard?” he asked me.
“Well he said that you like me and she said that you like me so is it true or not” I asked as my heart started to beat faster. It must of been loud enough for the boy to hear.
“I don’t like you” he said. My heart must of stopped. He left the janitor’s closet but as he did, a notebook dropped out. I went to give it to him but then I realized it. He wrote my name all over the inside cover. I smiled but knew that he didn’t have to guts to tell me the truth. But I also knew I would find his heart somehow.