Seventh Grade

Written by, Miguel DeLaCruz

I grabbed my backpack and started to walk to school. On my way to school, I thought about how this year would be a drag. I also thought about being with my friends and finally seeing the girl of my dreams, Nicole, after two long, lonely months. Nicole was the kind of girl that made a guy sing love songs all day long and bump into doors because you were distracted by her beautiful eyes, perfect smile, and her long, silky hair. Thinking of Nicole, the girl of my dreams, made me skip a like a little five year old girl without noticing it. Soon, I was in the middle of the road practically doing ballet. A car drove by and someone threw a burrito from Taco Bell at me. I tried to keep my mind off Nicole, the girl of my dreams, to keep myself from skipping. But I just couldn’t. I found myself spinning in mid-air to my locker.

“Uh, you give up your jersey for a tutu and tights?” Jake, my friend, said laughing hysterically.

“Nope. You should already know why I was doing that kind of stuff,” I said.

“Oh. Nicole still?” He replied.

“Yup,” I said; noticing Nicole, the girl of my dreams, enter the hallway. As soon as I saw her, I was brainwashed. I was staring deeply into her eyes drooling, until Jake slapped my face.

“You owe me,” Jake said, laughing again.

“I guess I do,” I replied, hurt and annoyed.

We walked to my first class, which was Science. I was a few steps away from the door, which was closed, until I randomly turned my head and saw a girl like no other. I gazed at her beauty, with my mind clear of everything. All I could think about was this girl that I don’t even know. A second after she caught my eye, I bumped right into the door and fell to the floor. I heard her laugh and quickly looked away. “Whoa. You made yourself look like an idiot without Nicole close by. I guess you’re just an idiot naturally,” Jake said, pulling me up.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said, pulling myself up. I heard a girl’s voice call out Michelle and noticed the girl who caused a bump to appear on my forehead respond. I walked in the classroom and sat down.

“Class, do you know what caused that noise on my door?” Teacher asked. I ignored that question and the rest of what he had to say. I took out my binder and started writing Michelle all over it. At the end of class, my binder had Michelle written all over it. I then needed to hide it from my friends for the rest of the day. I went home, placed the binder on the table, and lied down on my bed and took a nap.

The next day, I was running late so I rushed to school. I went through the same routine as yesterday’s; with the burrito and the spinning in mid-air to my locker. I ran to my first period class, making it to my desk before the bell rang. I dug into my backpack and realized the mistake I had made before I rushed to school. I forgot my science binder. I was yelled at and got zeros for the day. The day only got worse. I was distracted by Michelle while walking into a closed door. Only this time, the door didn’t stay closed. The door opened, whacking me right in my nose. I fell to the floor, and when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, it did. Nicole, the girl of my dreams, came out the door. She helped me up, apologized, and kissed my nose. I stood there, hypnotized, until the bell rang.

Jake came out of nowhere and slapped me on the cheek. He slapped me one last time, and we walked into the classroom to be greeted with an angry teacher and detentions for being late. I realized that I stood right outside the door because of Nicole’s kiss.

When I got home, I was surprised to find my mom home, smiling at me. She told me to sit down right in front of her.

“Jason, who’s Michelle?” She asked.

“What the-? How do you know her? I mean, who’s what?” I replied, stammering and blushing.

She showed me my Michelle-scribbled Science binder and I immediately felt like a total idiot. I hated talking to my mom about girls. After the talk, I went to bed and thought how unlucky I was. Tomorrow, though, would be somewhat better.

When I got to school the next day, I noticed Michelle walking towards me. I turned around and saw Nicole, the girl of my dreams, walking towards me. I was cornered and had nowhere else to walk to. I turned around and quickly tried to open my locker.

“Hi. Can I ask you something?” Two angelic voices said at the same time. I turned and saw them both looking at me. “Do you want to go out with me?” they both said simultaneously. They looked at each other with weird looks and both said, “Oh, it’s okay I think you’re busy.” At this point, I was completely shocked and very, very, very happy.

At the end of the day, I had Nicole’s phone number, the girl of my dreams, and Michelle’s, the girl from my other dream. When I got home, I took a nap and dreamed about how my seventh grade would be the best year ever.