Walking down the hall I watch as the tiles quickly pass beneath my feet. Looking down and lost in thought as always, suddenly I forget where I am going. Looking up, I see that I am in the “Math Wing”. But what was I walking to? I wonder. I don’t have math this semester.

Looking around the hall is deserted. I can’t hear a sound. Looking down, I see my boots, little plaid skirt, and short sleeved button up top. Why I am I wearing this? I contemplate.

The sound of foot steps caches my attention. I turn and see him, my first and only crush, the only boy I ever liked. The one I’ve liked snits the sixth grade, when he called me an angel.

With his dirty bond heir, bright blue eyes and sun kissed skin. He is dressed in jeans and a plan white t-shirt. He looks to me with a smile; my hart begins to pound in my chest.

I can’t seem to catch my berth, and my knees begin to shake. I am not sure how much longer I will be able to stand. When he gently wraps his arms around me. Now I can’t breathe at all, and my hart is pounding so hard agents my chest that I whence in pain.

I look up at him, for he is a full head taller then me. He looks down at me as a smile crosses his lips. Staring into my eyes. I am certain that he can see every emotion I wish to hide. Every thing I wish I didn’t feel.

Then he slowly leans in, gently brushing his lips agents mine. He pulls away for a seconded, to quickly study my face, before leaning in to kiss me agene, but deeper, stronger, longer, this time.

The world around us grows dark and dim; I am quickly lost in all that is him. Suddenly I open my eyes and find my self staring at the bunk bed above me. Softly I sigh, rolling over; I gently pet my cat, Clark on the head. He purrs loudly in response.

Closing my eyes, I fall quietly back to sleep. It seems to have bin nothing more then a wishful hart’s dream...