Patrick woke up early that morning. The sun was shining in his room. He looked at the sealing. He saw a face in his head. Who was it? A blonde girl. Did he know her? Where had he seen her? Was she from his class? He didn’t know. And he didn’t care. She was not special. Not more special than he. Not more special than anyone. He didn’t care of love. He had other things to think about. Important things. Like. Okay he didn’t have anything to think about. What did that matter? He didn’t have to think about her. A girl that he did not care about. Or did he care? Those thoughts were echoing in his mind. He got down in the kitchen, but no one was home. He didn’t eat anything. It didn’t taste good on the morning anyway. He got out. His MC stood in the garage. He started the engine. Then with a roar, he was on the way to school.

He sat down in the class room. Test! Why? He hadn’t been studying. The blonde girl he had been thinking of came into the class room. She looked at him with interest. He looked back.
What was she thinking? He whanted everyone to go away and leave him and her alone. Then he would be able to. What was he thinking! He got the test. Looked down in it. It wasn’t hard. He started wrighting. It felt so good. He looked at her. The blond hair in a hourse tale. No! he had to consentrate on the test! He looked at next custion. Why was she there? Was he inlove? He didn’t know. She was. Like a dream. He touched her on the way out. Just quick. And he was stunned.