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A season of us
A Season of Us

A Season of Us

It’s my senior year, the season of endings and new starts, and I’m drifting. Lost in hallways crowded with faces I’ve seen a thousand times but barely know.’’ I’m trying to find a path, a purpose, maybe even a sign of where I should be heading. People push past me, fragments of conversations and laughter filling the air as I navigate through the crowd.

Finally, I make it to class, and that’s when I see her.

She’s there, seated by the window, her face partially lit by the soft spring light through the glass, She’s the kind of beauty that feels compelling, not flashy, like someone you’d want to know every detail about. My heart stumbles momentarily and I feel my focus shift entirely to her. I slide into the seat beside her, every nerve suddenly alive, and I catch the faint scent of Her perfume soft and sweet, like lavender with a hint of orange.

The teacher’s voice starts talking about life and purpose, going on and on about how “we need to figure out who we want to be.” her words blur as I sink deeper into my thoughts, my senses wrapped around the girl beside me. My eyes grow heavy, and so does the warmth of the room, the soothing humming of her voice, and her fragrance. It’s all too easy to let myself drift off.

Then, a gentle touch on my shoulder brings me back. I blink, slowly focusing, to see her looking at me. Her eyes are so pretty, and she smiles softly.

“Wake up,” she says, her voice light and almost musical. You’re going to be late.”

I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, still dazed. “I’m up, I’m up,” I murmur, trying to pull myself together, feeling embarrassed and a little thrilled. She laughs, together we gather our things, heading off to the next class.

As I walk down the hall, I can’t help but wonder about her. What type of person is she? What are her hobbies? These questions swirl in my mind, planting a seed of something I haven’t felt in a long time. a sense of possibility and the start of something new.

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The Mystery Girl

When I got home, I grabbed a notebook from my bag and ran to my desk, determined to plan out how to approach her and ask some questions, wanting to know things to bring me closer to her, As I brainstormed, one thought kept circling back: I don't even know Her name.

Frustrated I sent a text to my friend Micah, hoping he could help, While I waited for a reply, my mind spun with ideas and doubts, each one sounding more ridiculous than the last.

Finally, Micah replied… only to tell me he didn’t know her name either. Panic set in, and I couldn’t believe I’d planned so far ahead without even knowing the basics.

The hours slipped away, and it was getting late. I tried to shake off my overthinking and washed up, got into my pajamas, and went to bed. thoughts of her kept resurfacing, I gave myself a firm slap on the cheeks to reset my mind in forced myself to sleep.

The next morning, I was determined to put my plan into action. As soon as I got to school, I sped through the crowded halls toward class and there she was, my mystery girl.

My heart pounded as I took the seat beside her. Nervous sweat dripped down my face, and I built up every ounce of courage to finally ask, "What's your name?" Just then,

the teacher entered and boom, "Okay, class! Get ready for today!" cutting me off entirely.

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A Second Chance

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I clenched my fists gripping in frustration at failing to ask such a simple question. I kept glancing at her from the corner of my eye, watching as she laughed and chatted with her friends, her face glowing with that kind smile. Just then, the morning announcements came on mentioning a club fair later today in the gym. My heart jumped with excitement I had another chance to put my plan into action.

The rest of the lesson felt endless, but finally, the bell rang. Our teacher told us to grab our things quickly so we wouldn’t be late. In the hallway, students from every class were hurrying toward the gym, and when we arrived, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. Booths lined the room each representing a different club: sports, literature, theater, and more.

As I wandered through, admiring the displays, a woman at one of the booths waved me over. “Hey, you! Come here,” she called out.

“Huh?” I asked, caught off guard.

“You look like you’d be great for the theater club!” she said, smiling. I hesitated, a bit feeling skeptical, but eventually agreed and signed up, thinking it could be interesting.

After that I continued exploring until suddenly I spotted her—my mystery girl. Heart pounding, I took a deep breath and started walking toward her.

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A Step Closer

As I walked closer to her, I could feel a warm beautiful aura radiating from her, almost like she was compelling me to come closer. Lost in thought, I accidentally bumped into her. Flustered, I apologized quickly, saying, "I'm so sorry I didn’t mean to." She smiled, brushing herself off, and assured me, "It’s okay." That smile was something else, effortlessly bright.

I asked her how her search for clubs was going. She shrugged a little and said she was still looking but hadn’t found anything that caught her interest yet. Then she asked, "How about you?"

"I joined the theater club," I replied. "They're holding a meeting tomorrow. If you’d like maybe we could check it out together?" Her face lit up just a bit, and she said she'd like that. Just then, we heard her friends call her over. She told me she had to go, and we said our goodbyes.

I watched her walk away, I couldn't shake this feeling of disappointment. I’d made a clumsy first impression, but I’d made some progress, and that was enough to keep me happy.

After the club fair ended, I stayed back for a bit, looking around to see if any other clubs might interest me. Somehow, I found myself back at the theater booth, where the club president was still tidying up. I offered to help take down the booth, and she gladly accepted.

As we packed up the table and tent, we chatted a bit about the club. I told her this was my first year, and asked, “What do we usually do in theater?”

Her face lit up with passion as she explained, "We host plays, put on shows it’s all about creating these amazing experiences together." Her excitement was contagious.

Once we’d finished packing up, we took everything to the auditorium to store it away. I told her I’ll see her at the meeting tomorrow, then headed home, my mind buzzing with anticipation about what the next day would bring.

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First Impressions and New Beginnings

When I got to school the next day, I hurried to class, feeling ready for the day. When I walked in, she waved me over and asked how I slept. My heart started racing, and I couldn’t help but smile, surprised she spoke to me. I was racing, trying to think of the perfect reply, with a thousand random thoughts swirling in my head. I finally settled on, “It was okay,” and then asked her how her night was. She blushed a little and told me it was good and that she felt energized. We both smiled, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

When class began, the teacher announced today’s lesson would be about life goals. She wanted us to write down who we wanted to be when we grew up and what places we wanted to explore That would be our assignment for the day. I tried hard to think about what I wanted for my future, but every time I tried, I came up blank. Glancing over at her, I noticed she had written “a wife” on her paper. My face brightened up, and I found myself wondering if, one day, she could be my wife.

As time passed, the bell rang, and the teacher reminded us to check out the clubs we signed up for. I looked over and asked if she was still up to check out the theater club with me. She smiled and said, “Of course.” As we walked down the hallway to the auditorium, I couldn’t keep my mind off her, stealing glances whenever I could, admiring her beauty.

When we arrived at the auditorium, the club president welcomed us. We thanked her and found our seats among the other students who had come to see what the club was all about. The lights dimmed as the president stepped onto the stage, and a spotlight shined on her. She announced, “Welcome to the first-ever theater club meeting.”

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