My first date

My First Date

I was simply a teenager, a lanky childish boy with a gentle blackness over me. I am the same, the story of my physics and my color has never changed me bit. I was a young bony-cheeked boy backed up with intense energy. With the reference to what I see now in my school today, I can still catch hold of my page of memories. I flip one now.

I stood in line, I was waiting for the chance to impress her. She was sat on the chair, through her glass I could see the trouble she was moving through. Impatient, tortured, irritated were few expressions I could read that time. I smelled the fear nearing me. Greasing a track, I slightly moved in through the doorstep. She was completedly into a long conversation. I was waiting. Every beat and breath of mine was prized with excitement and fear, I was still waiting over the door.

And what happened? A suspense...I am in need of words.