CHS Adonis

      On the first day of seventh grade, my last class was study hall with Mr. Turk.  It was the only class I had upstairs.  I hadn't learned the rules about going up the down staircase yet and since the staircase going down was so close to the hall that led to the seventh and eighth grade wing, I proceeded to go up the down staircase.  Half-way up I saw the most beautiful young man coming down.  He had light blond hair that was just a tad too long for the day, and the bluest eyes.  He was tall and slender, but not too slender, I'd say just about right.  I don't know why I did it, maybe because I knew to him I was just a little girl and so I was playing it up. Always the clown,  I turned around and followed him down the stairs looking like a love sick puppy dog. From then on, I would turn around and follow him to his next class every time I saw him.
     One day as I was coming out of the girl's locker room backwards, with my arms full of books, I ran right into "Him"  I was knocked to the floor, my books scattered everywhere. "Oh, I'm so sorry,"  he said. I looked up into those beautiful baby  blues and said,  "Oh that's okay."  I was rewarded with the most winning smile as he helped me to my feet, handing me my books he asked if I were okay.  I nodded, the bell rang and we both departed in opposite directions, hurrying to our next class which we were already late for.  I never followed him after that.  He had been such a gentleman, I didn't find it funny to single him out like that, making him a target for his peers to poke fun of.