Dear Di,
I can't concentrate. I hate him! I hate him! (Eli, of course). JUST when I thought I was down to the like stage, he had to throw little pieces of paper at me 3 times during math. That doesn't prove anything. It doesn't say he likes me. It just... I can't really describe it. It made me so MAD!! The first time, he was grinning at me in his make-your-heart-melt grin I fall for every time.
"It was Abby," he said, pointing to her. "Yeah, right," I said, forcing myself to peel my eyes away from those beautiful ones.
The next time, he had the nerve to grab a marker and look like he was scribbling. The jerk! The stupid, idiotic, hunky, drop-dead, droolworthy jerk! I don't even remember the third time because I didn't look up when the paper landed in my lap.
No guy, I repeat, has ever caused me this much heartache. I've never liked a guy this long, or felt this way about one before. And I hate it!
What I wouldn't give to be a tomboy!
Sincerely,
Vanessa
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