Everyone will fall in love. Fact. Love is unconditional. Fact. You will find love in the most unlikely places. Fact. These three facts used to get me through the day. I'm an average teenage kid. Not tall, not handsome, not sporty. I am the proud owner of a Doctor who complete DVD collection. I bet you can't wait to date me ladies.
"Mr Kilton" a voice boomed. Great, I thought to myself. At the moment I have become Mr Drakes scapegoat. Every single thing that goes wrong. I think it may be because I drift off in his class and received a F on my last test paper. Mr Drakes stood as 5'8. Had brushed back hair with a receding hairline and a nose so sharp it could pop a balloon.
"Mr Kilton. if I'm not to busy interrupting your day dreaming perhaps you could tell the rest of the class how Malcolm X died" He said smugly. Git I thought. The response I wanted to say was. Sir, you are interrupting my day dreaming. I was having A wonderful day dream about me and Samantha over there going out on a date and falling in love, now if you don't mind I would like to continue my day dreaming thank you.
"Sir, I have no idea" I mumbled. A victory for him. He must be proud.
"He was assassinated" A voice said from behind the classroom. The entire class turned around. Our eyes all fell upon Rosetta London. She was a British exchange student. She had Blondie shoulder length hair with a thin wisp of blue coursing through it. She had deep blue eyes,an Oscar winner smile.
"Very good Miss London" He had the smile wiped clean from his face. Git, I re-evaluated this thought in my head. It was the right choice of words. Rosetta gave me a smile and looked back down at her book. I sat smiling for the rest of the lesson. This was going to be a good day.
Mr drakes was writing the last of the assassinations on the board. Malcolm X, Kennedy, John Lennon. The bell rang cutting through the silence with a welcoming scream.
"Everyone I want you to research two more assassinations for your homework and write an essay on how they varied. Oh an Mr Kilton I would like to speak to you" Drakes yelled over the bell. Great, Detention. I wondered which speech I was going to get today. I'm worthless or I need to try harder or even the I will never get anywhere with my attitude. The possibilities were endless. Rosetta walked past me and dropped a folded note on my desk and walked briskly out. I put the note in my pocket as Drakes walked over to my desk.
"Mr Kilton, with your attitude I'm afraid you won't get very far in life" He started. I tuned out from there, I knew the speech exactly.
After what seemed like an eternity he turned his backed to me and began cleaning the board. This was my Que to leave. When I got outside, I took the note from my pocket. Alex, meet me in the library after last period. Come alone, I have something to ask you. Love Rosetta. Whoa I thought to myself. The bell rung again this time not to welcoming. I had Physics, then French. Then I was off to meet Rosetta. Aprés Francais, I thought to myself, and started walking towards physics.
Physics went fairly quickly. We were doing about static electricity so it was fun and Mrs Wilson always knew how to make it bearable. French went quickly as well. We had a sub as Madame Martaine was ill with food poisoning. Subs' were always fun. They don't have a clue. I walked into the library. It was dead. The high bookshelves towered over the tables in the middle. Most of the books were ancient and heavy. I don't think many people came in here, not since they removed the computers. Rosetta was sitting, scanning a text book. I stepped closer. The floor board squeaked. She immediately held up a piece of paper. Hi was scrawled across it in black marker. I couldn't help but smile. I sat down next to her. I could properly see her now. She had soft features. Her lips were a delicate pink, with a touch of glitter from freshly applied lip gloss. Her eyelashes reached high above her eyes and eye lids covered with a soft eyeshadow. She had half her hair tucked behind her ear and the rest hung down by her face.
"A-Alex, I need to tell you something, or rather ask you something." She said shyly. She was so cute. I thought I knew what she was going to ask. I thought she liked me.
"It's okay, I know what you're going to say." I replied trying to save her the embarrassment. "I'll ask you. Rosetta, will you go on a date with me?"
"Wha- hm" she blurted out. Frick. I suddenly thought that I had made a terrible mistake. All the silence that had collected in the libray seemed to have become the pause between us.
"Friday, 8 O'clock, and I don't like Mexican." She spoke softly. The silence broke between us and ran screaming for cover. It was shocked. As was I. She tore a piece of paper out of her notebook and wrote down her address. She picked up her bag and left the library. I sat there, dumbfounded. I was going out with a beautiful British girl. After five minutes I grabbed my bag and left to. My luck finally seemed to be changing, I said to myself.
