Do you want to know how I met the love of my life? I.... I was 14, in my second to last year in highschool and known love before. Like how can you explain something to someone who never experienced it at all? Like me for example, only seen for my achievements and expectations and never had a personality of my own. I had just gotten into the science class as I was expected to and though I had friends, they never really knew me and we grew distant. Due to seat being assigned, Annabelle Johnson, the most popular girl in my year or even school and unbeknownst to me at the time my first love, was forced to sit next to me. I get why she was popular. She was funny, smart but still was also kind and sweet. Somehow she also had extremely good looks. Mean girls hated her for her personality and the nerds were jealous of her looks.
I for one didn't care about that type of stuff, it wasn't in my programming to. The desks in this were connected. Not like-the long desk that can hold more than one student connected; no more like-separate tables pushed close together that only separated for exams-connected. She was basically forced to talk to me. Quite ironically actually, our first meeting we never even talked to eachother. It was during english class, I don't know if she was bored of this subject in general or Mrs. Patterson's blathering or so she would call it (when I got to know her) but she tapped on the table lightly before tapping her pen on my book. I guess it was a little head's up that she wanted to write a message in it, which she did.
'Hi, how are you?' She wrote with a small smiley face at the end, her hand-writing was written perfectly even size and in elegant cursive but not to excessive that it was hard to read.
' I'm good I guess, how about you?' I replied hating how ugly my handwriting looked compared to her's.
' I'm trying so hard not to sleep in this woman's class' She wrote. I had to cover my mouth to stop the sound of my laughter from escaping my mouth.
As I composed myself I quickly wrote back, ' Can't relate'. After she read it she looked at me funny before asking, ' Are you ok?'
How did this this get into the convo?
' Why?' I quickly answered.
' I have never.... never heard anyone who haven't felt sleepy or fell asleep in her class' The second never was in all capital letters.
' Should I be concerned then?' I questioned.
' Is this you're first time having her?' She rebuttalled.
' Yes '
' Oh, no wonder'
' Does that explain it?' I ask curiously.
' Oh that explains it all' All is in capital letters. Before I can write back a response she continues writing,' By the second and third class you will be wondering if all I told you was just lies but when the fourth class comes around you would be wishing you took ten doses of Modafinil or 10 cups of coffee while feeling you had you worse ever case of narcolepsy.'
I almost blurted out laughing right there and then. I composed myself.
'You know what's funny thou' I paused waiting for her to ask-'What?'
' Coffee be making me feel like I have narcolepsy'
After reading this she stopped and looked at me. Maybe she thought she could see a hint of a lie by looking at my face. She didnt see any.
