My Mexico

It was only sophmore year; my best friend had just moved and I was taking spanish with out her humourous motivation. Wonder what could go wrong? or Right? It was then when he walked into class with a lost and confused look, dressed properly and smelled amazing. He had that one deep dimple in his smile and light brown eyes, but absolutely No idea what anyone around him was saying. He was from Mexico, I remember him showing me on the map where he was from. I dont remember how I started talking but I do remember the moments of getting to understand him and know who he was. We helped each other understand both english and spanish. Soon we were friends, the basketball courts and hallways is where we could have been spotted. Every lunchtime after eating with our friends we'd meet each other in the hallway and just talk, not many could communicate with him but when it came to me and him we understood everything. One day we were walking down the hallway and one of our teachers Mrs. Taylor had noticed us always walking around together and stopped to ask if we were together, I simply said "no." she replied with "Ya'll are cute!" He then asked what she said and what she meant, "Boyfriend, Girlfriend" is how I explained with of course a smile on my face. He then laughed and smiled and said "Nice!" He soon had to go back to Mexico to return to his family. I clearly remember the last day I seen him. My mom was on her way to pick me up, his home wasn't far from school so he said "well I better go" "Okay" i told him. Before he turned away he brushed my hair from my face and then gave me a big hug, smiled and started walking away. I watched him leave and remembering him looking back one more time and revealed that one dimple that
stood out from any smile I have seen. He became a good friend to talk to and I'll miss seeing his smile and talking to him.

Brand New Lesson

I was a kid, a little girl with pigtails running around and swinging on the swings. Soon I was entering the age when liking or crushing on a boy was the next stage in my little life. Kids at age 5-6 don’t know the whole concept of actually being in a relationship, so instead we thought of it as a boy and girl pushing each other on the swings, playing basketball or volleyball together. A major plus was the fact that it was not a big deal on who we dated; we were still innocent and good kids at that age.
I began to like this boy; he was a cute face boy that hung out with his big group of friends every day at lunch. His group of friends would chase my group of friends who were all screaming girls. What did his group of friends want with screaming girls? When I got captured I got the inside look. “Kiss her!” The boys wanted to kiss us, their lips no longer virgin. Well if they did have the balls to kiss the girl they captured.
9-11 years old soon they were getting to know a little about relationships, you walk the girls to the bus; holding hands down the hallway to lunch, and eat lunch together. The boy I had a crush on when I was 5 was the same boy I had a crush on at age 9. I sat behind him in class, and when his moment came he rested his hand on mine; while I was unaware of it. I asked him a question and soon he lost his confidence. “Were you trying to hold my hand?” He then moved his hand off mine and replied “No!” Our chance of getting together was always on and off; we were never on the same page.
Junior High and High School arrived, along with the new thing instead of love notes; Cell Phones. We liked each other but still we had other we were interested in, we were in different cliques and had different class schedules but still we had a way of talking to each other. Sitting outside, we watched his friends play ball; I started learning more about him and what he liked in girls. Outgoing, fun, and smart; outgoing was definitely not me. He on the other hand was shy and quiet, my chance of having prince charming ask me to be his and sweep me off my feet disappeared.
I slowly let the flame die, knowing he was just a crush and maybe our paths were not meant to be crossed. I was a little girl with pigtails who grew up to be a girl with bigger dreams of a prince charming.