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In Sixth grade, I was in the same class as my two best friends, Avery and Laura. This was the year that the two schools merged in Avon, Pine Grove and Roaring Brook School. My friends and I always goofed around in class, since our teacher wasn’t that strict, and we would talk about the day’s gossip and of course boys. As it happened, there was one period in the school year when we all liked the same guy. This boy was Ethan; he was tall with paler skin and bright blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes like the ocean itself. He was the superior guy in the grade, and it seemed like all the girls in our grade liked him. We weren’t that hopefully about a chance meeting, or “getting to know him” since he wasn’t on our team in school. Ethan barley even knew our names. Though, it only encouraged us to spend countless hours chatting over ways to get him to talk to us and/or notice us. In class we would write silky notes to him, and eventually tear them up, laughing at our obsession. This attraction led to embarrassment.
One day, before April Fools Day, I was over Avery’s house. We were bored, and talking about Ethan.
“I’ve got an idea,” said Avery, “why don’t we write Ethan a love note, and sign it by his secret admirer’s!”
“Oh My Gosh!” I squealed, “That’s a fantastic idea, he’ll be so surprised!”
We didn’t finish the note before I had to leave, so I brought it home to finish. Later that night, I was talking to Avery on the phone, where she persisted that she didn’t want to give it to him. I told her that she didn’t have to but I was going to. I didn’t want it to be a mushy gushy note though, so I came up with the idea to give it to him on April Fools Day. My letter consisted of “I wish you’d love me too” poems that I’d found online and put into an order that made sense, and signed my initials at the bottom.
The next day we had an assembly, and I sat down on the floor near one of his good friends Joe Ives, who was also in his class. I had the letter which was in a scented envelope, and a huge red lipstick kiss on the part where it holds together, something no secret love letter could be without. I was nervous and anxious about giving him the letter. I wanted him to take it semi-seriously, but not to think I was a stalker.
One day, before April Fools Day, I was over Avery’s house. We were bored, and talking about Ethan.
“I’ve got an idea,” said Avery, “why don’t we write Ethan a love note, and sign it by his secret admirer’s!”
“Oh My Gosh!” I squealed, “That’s a fantastic idea, he’ll be so surprised!”
We didn’t finish the note before I had to leave, so I brought it home to finish. Later that night, I was talking to Avery on the phone, where she persisted that she didn’t want to give it to him. I told her that she didn’t have to but I was going to. I didn’t want it to be a mushy gushy note though, so I came up with the idea to give it to him on April Fools Day. My letter consisted of “I wish you’d love me too” poems that I’d found online and put into an order that made sense, and signed my initials at the bottom.
The next day we had an assembly, and I sat down on the floor near one of his good friends Joe Ives, who was also in his class. I had the letter which was in a scented envelope, and a huge red lipstick kiss on the part where it holds together, something no secret love letter could be without. I was nervous and anxious about giving him the letter. I wanted him to take it semi-seriously, but not to think I was a stalker.