The classroom.
The most ordinary place,
you could ever hope to
go, yet what could
happen inside,
is a mystery
no one has figured out.

So, I walk in
Brunette, pink lips
Ears too big,
And he's there,
The new boy,
His hair flops,
Covering his eyes,
Skin perfect,
Not smooth,
Not clear,
Perfect.
His voice deep
Sitting at the back,
Quiet and lonely,
Waiting to be filled
with knowledge or
understanding.

I speak for the first time,
One week later, He  
smiles, and relief rushes
through me, He
speaks my name, I
could take to how he says it,
Different and original to
everyone else,
We exchange glances and
I walk.

We kiss for the first time,
One week later, He
walks me home,
My pals following
close behind, they
laugh, but I just jump.

Ten years later,
We marry,
Rings exchanged,
Vows are said,

People say they hated high school
But me?
I thank mine. Mine gave me
Percy.