Its a beautiful sunny day as I ride my bike around the neighborhood. Nothing better than the cool feel of wind and freedom. I was so surprised to see her, beautiful her. I fell off my bike.
She is the most amazing thing I have ever seen. She must be the most beautiful ray of sunshine and happiness to anyone that meets her; to anyone that just lays eyes upon her.
She is dressed in yellow with a yellow bow in her hair, accentuating her likeness to the sun. How can I live my life without her? How can the Earth live without the sun?
As she disappears into the neighbors house, my world is cloaked in shadow. Sadness washes over me. I am an insignificant teenage boy infatuated with an amazing teenage girl. My whole life is ahead of me and she already has a boyfriend. I shouldn't be this in love with a girl that has never even spoken my name. Has she ever even looked in my direction? and yet I know she smells like strawberries and cotton, her eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue, like a sky right before a thunderstorm. She has a scar just above her lip and right above her right eye. Her dimples are enough to make my world spin. Her blonde hair, I can only imagine would feel like silk in between my fingers.
You would think her name was Evelyn, Victoria, Caroline. Something classic and beautiful, not Gertrude. Gertrude Agnes Gershbottom. Even her initials were ugly G.A.G. There isn't even a beautiful nickname in there, Gerty? Trudie? Neither of those does her the justice she deserves.
I have never heard her complain though. She happily goes by Gertrude. Immediately raises her hand when her name is called in class, with a smile on her face and in her eyes.
I wonder if she must have been ugly when she came out of the womb, to be cursed with such an awful name. Just because there are family with that name on her family tree is no excuse. No offense to anyone out there whose name may be Gertrude or Agnes or even Gershbottom but it really isn't pleasing to the ears. Her older sister escaped the bane of an awful name. Her name is Gloria. Gloria Rose Gershbottom. Even though her name is more pleasing to the ears her beauty is less pleasing to the eyes. Then again...nothing holds even the most beautiful candle to Gertrude.
Tomorrow classes start back up. Summer is over. I am sick with anticpation and excitement. Seeing her everyday M-F, for 6 months has given me diarrhea with delight! If we have a class together I just might throw up. Oh please don't let me throw up in her presence. It's horrifying enough that I just fell off my bike, although I am confident that she didn't see. I've begged my mom for Pro-Activ all summer in anticipation for the coming school year. Even though my name is Beau William van Duren, I am most likely to respond to Crater Face or Pizza Face or Archibald. Not sure how Archibald came to be. I guess it is suiting for a dweeb like me and my favorite of the nicknames so I don't complain.
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