It all started in second grade when I just got to my new school when a girl asked me if I wanted to be her best friend and I said yes and since that day, we were inseparable. When we got to fourth grade, things took a turn and she had to move to another country and since we didn’t have phones, we couldn’t talk anymore. The first few days were fine until the teacher introduced this new guy. He had long black hair and the cutest blue eyes and literally every girl in class was squealing except me cause I wasn’t interested. He decided to sit next to me of all people and later, he begged me to tell him my name and I told him. (I know I said I wasn’t interested, but c’mon). We started hanging out and soon we became best friends and in 5th grade, everyone was shipping us and every time I wanted to sit with him for a project, everyone kept on smirking (uuggghh people). Our friendship grew stronger each day and I started getting butterflies but I brushed them off and only thought of him as a friend. In sixth grade I confessed my feelings and he told me felt the same, but we are still best friends still today and yes my friends are still shipping us but I don’t care. All I care about is my my with him. CU later.
-Zara
