Her name was Annie.
She was the type of girl who ditched school on the time so everybody knew her but nobody really got the chance to KNOW her. She was in my freshman PE class, and english class as well. We had similar last names, so the teachers always sat us by each other which was great. In PE, her designated personal number was placed right in front of mine. Whenever she would actually show up to class, and in PE uniform, and we would do our stretches… There was never a time where I was able to avoid staring at her perfectly rounded ass.
She was about 5’3″, probably 115 lbs with medium length blond/pink hair, and a nose ring. She was definitely a punk.
Never seeing her though… Or even speaking a single word to her… I moved on with my life. I had a couple romances that freshman year, and one 10 month long distance relationship that had come to an end during sophomore year. I was going through a state of depression, telling anyone who wanted to hear it the story of how we broke up. I was on facebook, and who came online?… Annie. I thought i’d send her an IM playing it cool being all “don’t I know you from somewhere?” When I was obviously in love with her. She was cool enough to actually have a conversation with me on facebook and listened to my entire story. I had nothing to get out of the conversation except the chance to actually get a chance of talking with her, even if it was simply through typing.