The story begins on freshman orientation day a few years ago. I had come from a private middle school where bullies verbally excruciated me. I was glad that I could relax, forget about that messed up past, and make some new friends at this wonderful private high school that I had heard so many wonderful things about. It was the school my brother attended.


I arrived at school that day, on time, ready to go. The faculty introduced us to themselves. We were also asked to introduce ourselves. At that moment, I saw her. Her wonderful black hair complimented the curves of her body. It was an almost black brown color, and wavy-straight. She was a rather pale girl, with a clean, smooth, and innocent looking face. Her lips were a medium red, but they looked very kissable. She had brilliantly white teeth, as I recall. She was about 5’5” in height. The girl had, at the time, very nice C cups, and I instantly thought that people would tease her and call her a slut for this. She had a nice butt from what I could tell, and I enjoyed watching her hips sway in her grey skirt as she walked by. I will call her Linda in this story.

When we were all asked to introduced ourselves, we did it with us introducing our names, an interesting fact about ourselves, and an adjective that that began with the first letter of our first names. It was her turn. I forgot what she used to describe herself, because at the time, I wasn’t infatuated with her. I had simply grown fond of her quickly (based on her looks only). When she spoke though, her voice was so soft and sweet. I knew that I would like her from that day. She was so sweet. When we were done with that, our class ate pizza and then proceeded to play a game outside. Her and I were not in the same group for the game. But I wouldn’t let that discourage me.

I had and still continue to have a regrettable problem – I am shy. That prevented me from really talking to her until about November that year. November came round, and I just so happened to have the guts to sit at the table she and some of her friends were at. They happened to be doing a cracker stacker contest, where someone tries to stack as many salty crackers in their mouth as possible without swallowing or chewing. I decided to take on the challenge, and perhaps get her attention in the process. I think I did, and I introduced myself to her during that lunch. I could say that were new acquaintances, because friends are people that you want to talk to every day and who want to talk back with you. I wanted to elevate us to friendship, but I knew that would difficult with her established semi-clique of another guy in my class and a girl once class above us and herself.

It sort of continued like that through freshman year.