I first started to like Amy Summers in the 6th grade. We’ve known each other for a long time before, but it was in 6th grade where we actually started to socialize. She was blond, slim, and just a little shorter than me. She looked really good when she had her hair pulled back and her bangs hung to the side of her face.
I was good with all of her friends, I was sociable enough. Not a lot of people hated me, except for the jerks who no one likes in the first place, but every school has those kinds of people.
I never had the courage to ask her out in 6th grade, so we sorta drifted away from each other between the end of 6th grade and the beginning of seventh grade.
I had started to smoke weed in that time. She didn’t know.
When school started on the first day I probably looked way messed up, but people are used to the dark spots under my eyes from not getting enough sleep before I started to smoke. People must’ve thought my systematic forgetting of the normal hours people slept just got worse.