Life can start when you walk through those school doors and imagine how bad will this be, who is the hot person, will there be someone mean, will I even make a friend? I look around I'm surrounded by people I don't know. Later on I make friends. My first love was something that I couldn't believe. By the time around 5th grade I got to know ALOT more people and delovped friendship. Now in a new school in 6th grade Middle school is when things need to change. Meet new people, new look, more people, even start a relationship with someone. I started to make a change. I got a new look, more friends, and start to love someone who cares about you and doesn't matter what color you are. Me I'm proud of what I am, but being black and white is like being tan, doesn't really matter just begins. My special person is someone who cares about me, gives me hugs, treats me like a [BEST] friend. When I can't go somewhere with my buds, he worries. Then I ask if he missed me, and everytime says yes >I missed you< Everytime he says that it reminds me a friend who loves me truelly.Sometimes when we hang out, he teaches me how to spin while skating backwards and how I teach him how to skate backwards. I always tell him, that he needs someone who is your type, and he tells me pretty, nice, and someone I can tell anything to anyone. The I though "he might be describing me? " Sometimes I think we have things in common, like maybe he's the right one and I'm his right one. I think when will my chance to appear for him to grab my hand and take me away. One thing that could of caused it if he could take his chance. But I ^always^ think "who does he likes." Everytime I ask him who he likes, he gives me a respone of |why|then I can't tell how much I like him. Someday chances will show me a way for me to go for it.

~Jaz