10th Grade:- ... As I Sat There In English Class, I Stared At The Girl Next To Me. She Was My So Called 'Best Friend'. I Stared At Her Long, Silky Hair, And Wished She Was Mine. But She Didn't Notice Me Like That, And I Knew It. After Class, She Walked Up To Me And Asked Me For The Notes She Had Missed The Day Before. I Handed Them To Her. She Said 'THANKS' And Gave Me A Kiss On The Cheek. I Want To Tell Her, I Want Her To Know That I Don't Want To Be Just Friends, I Love Her But I'm Just Too Shy, And I Don't Know Why. 11th Grade:- The Phone Rang. On The Other End, It Was Her. She Was In Tears, Mumbling On And On About How Her Love Had Broke Her Heart. She Asked Me To Come Over Because She Didn't Want To Be Alone, So I Did. As I Sat Next To Her On The Sofa, I Stared At Her Soft Eyes, wishing She Was Mine. After 2 Hours, One Drew Barrymore Ovie, And Three Bags Of Chips,