It was the first month or so into eight grade when i met this guy in my history class. He was probably the first guy that i notice that was actually into me; it was weird.
I wasn’t a girl with big boobs or a big butt i was just a school because we had to not make boyfriends.
As those next couple months went by i thought he was decent but never actually had interest in him.
He asked me if i had and instagram and i did so he wrote it down on a piece of loose leaf paper folded it up and gave it to me.
I put it into the back of my jean pocket not a care in the world to look at it i was to caught up in the moment. When i got home i took it out and read it.
It indeed was his username written in pen with terrible handwriting, which i expected.
I went on my phone searched it up and followed it, but i was not super impressed with his feed because there were some really weird pictures from like him in elementary school.
After i folded the paper back up and was going to throw it out but something told me not to.
So i took it and put it in the way back of my desk to find it another day and rethink all those memories and sure enough i did.
The next day i went to school wearing something a little nicer like a sweat sure and leggings and neatly brushed hair compared to something completely random and my hair in a ugly pony tail.
The reason i went to this so called trouble was not because i liked him it was that something told me that this boy was put there for a reason that i would soon discover.