The Red Hair Girl with Glasses

I saw her just sitting there. The class hasn’t started yet, and I was very early. But I wasn’t the first one there. I saw her there for the very first time, sitting in her seat, “juiciosa”, as the natives say. She already had a notebook out, with a pen, just waiting for the class to start. “What a geek”, I thought to myself.

It was that day that I first took notice of her, her red hair, and glasses. I didn’t think much at the time. Little did I know that she would be an object of fixation for me. And it wasn’t until the second time I saw her, that I began to think that she was actually, very cute.

But as cruel as life can be, inside I was already dead. And after that little adventure of a joy ride I had, I died inside a little more.