Her name was Lily, I think.
And the minute I saw her walk into the room, I fell in love with her.
It was the first day of my sophomore year in high school, and I was a thin, wiry kid with bright copper colored hair. In other words, I was a freak. Being 6’5” and looking like your head was on fire did have its advantages, though. It attracted attention, good and bad, and although I hated having the spotlight on me, I had to admit, sometimes my bizarre complexion came in handy. Like when I was trying to get someone to notice me.
Attempting to make eye contact with the girl, I observed immediately how beautiful she was. She had raven black hair, large shiny gray eyes, and perfect, bleach-white teeth. This did not help me very much, though, because nearly every other guy in the room had noticed her also. The only guy who didn’t seem to be drooling was Alex, who was gay. He rolled his eyes and smacked his pink Trident gum, evidently not impressed.
Another advantage of being tall is that I had long legs. I