No, this is not just a funky title, I really do have a question that I really would like an answer to. When I was younger, around the second grade, I remember having my first crush. Her name was Jeanette. Its strange to realize how small details stand out so much about someone specific. It’s like part of your brain already knows this person will somehow be significant in your life so it chooses to embed them in your soul. I remember I loved how she always smelled like her super fruity strawberry lip gloss and how her nose would crinkle when she laughed, I remember I could pick her voice out of an entire classroom full of kids, and how she always wore tennis shoes with the dresses that she wore. I obviously didn’t know I had a crush on her at this young age I just thought of her as someone I always looked forward to seeing. Then one day I remember I was excited because I had gotten new shoes. They were blue suede Nike that had that kind of swoosh that changed color depending on how you looked at it. I also wore my special t-shirt that made me feel extra cool.
So I was walking up this long hallway my school had. It went along the asphalt that had the four square and dodgeball lines and looped around the classroom buildings. I remember it was in the morning so there was still dew on the grass and the sunlight lit the open hallway in a way that made it almost seem like the cream colored columns were glowing. I remember she had a light pink dress with a white square in the middle and that she wore her long brown hair up in a bun that day. She walked right up to me and said, “I’m sorry James, but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to hate you.”