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desks with shiny
chrome legs. The chalkboard in front of the room had the alphabet
displayed across the top in bold colors.
Not being a shy kid, after I was introduced to
the class, during our bathroom break, I splashed some cold water on
my face. I walked over to the beautiful girl and introduced
myself.
"Hi, my name’s Jack. What is your
name?”
"I know your name,” Brooke giggled. “The
teacher just introduced you, silly." I was so nervous that my legs
were shaking.
“ I’m Brooke.” Her smile and soft
eyes pierced straight into my soul. I was in love. Yep, ten and in
love, or so I thought. Numb with excitement, I couldn't stop
thinking about her. I had never wanted something so badly in my
life.
"We need to know everything about this girl.
Like, what was her favorite color? Does she like boys? Has she ever
been kissed?" The little voice in my head began to
question.
My eagerness caused Brooke to slowly withdraw,
which broke my heart. But she tolerated me because I was
interesting and mysterious.
Being around Brooke was the only thing that
made me happy. She was my hope, the inspiration that kept me
getting up every morning.
I even remember riding my bike to the McNamara
flower shop at the back of our apartment complex to buy her a rose.
I had saved my lunch money so I could surprise her. Anonymously, I
slipped it into her mailbox.
When I saw Brooke the next day, she never
brought it up. Not knowing if she got my rose drove me crazy! So I
decided to sit down and write her a letter. I poured my heart out
with emotion, pulling words from my head I didn’t even know I knew.
I wrote out everything I wanted to say. It was pure
poetry.
The next morning before school I gave Brooke
the letter. She didn’t open it right away. I wanted her to open my
letter and read it as I watched from across the hall. I could
picture her soft face blush as she took in my words. Instead,
Brooke put the letter in the back pocket of her blue jeans. She
stood with her friends, laughing and enjoying the few moments they
had left before the school began rang. My anxiety grew with every
tick of the clock. The anticipation was killing me.
“ Jack, are you alright?” Ms.
Richardson asked as she tapped me on the shoulder.
Startled, I replied, “Oh yeah, it’s time for
our reading session.”
When the school bell rang I realized I was out
of time. Brooke still hadn’t opened the letter.
This next part of the story was told to me by
Brooke years after we were married. She explained that she hadn’t
realized what I had given her. When she finally pulled my letter
out of her pocket she opened it and began to read (“My dearest
Brooke…”). She couldn’t help but laugh because my letter was so
over the top. We were only ten years old. I was already talking
about marriage!
When Brooke’s friends heard her belly laughs
they wanted in on the joke. Like a good friend Brooke showed them
the letter. My love note was passed from kid to kid. The laughter
grew louder and louder in the classroom. Some of the kids even
started quoting me and acting it out.
“ Oh, Brooke, I love you! One day I
want to marry you and have a family! Hahahaha!”
When Mrs. Trident heard the commotion she
marched down the aisle, like a dope-sniffing dog to find out what
was going on.
“ Brooke, we don’t pass notes in
class, young lady. You should know better. Because it is obvious
you don’t, I’m going to post this note on the bulletin board for
all the kids to see. That should teach you a lesson!”
As you can imagine, I was mortified! The next
morning there were kids gathered at the main bulletin board reading
all about my feelings for Brooke. There was nothing I could do.
Kids pointed, laughed, and called me Romeo. I was so embarrassed.I
wished for the floor to open, dropping me into another
universe.
That’s when I felt Brooke’s eyes on me from
down the hall. When I looked up she flashed me a shy smile, making
everything instantly better.
chrome legs. The chalkboard in front of the room had the alphabet
displayed across the top in bold colors.
Not being a shy kid, after I was introduced to
the class, during our bathroom break, I splashed some cold water on
my face. I walked over to the beautiful girl and introduced
myself.
"Hi, my name’s Jack. What is your
name?”
"I know your name,” Brooke giggled. “The
teacher just introduced you, silly." I was so nervous that my legs
were shaking.
“ I’m Brooke.” Her smile and soft
eyes pierced straight into my soul. I was in love. Yep, ten and in
love, or so I thought. Numb with excitement, I couldn't stop
thinking about her. I had never wanted something so badly in my
life.
"We need to know everything about this girl.
Like, what was her favorite color? Does she like boys? Has she ever
been kissed?" The little voice in my head began to
question.
My eagerness caused Brooke to slowly withdraw,
which broke my heart. But she tolerated me because I was
interesting and mysterious.
Being around Brooke was the only thing that
made me happy. She was my hope, the inspiration that kept me
getting up every morning.
I even remember riding my bike to the McNamara
flower shop at the back of our apartment complex to buy her a rose.
I had saved my lunch money so I could surprise her. Anonymously, I
slipped it into her mailbox.
When I saw Brooke the next day, she never
brought it up. Not knowing if she got my rose drove me crazy! So I
decided to sit down and write her a letter. I poured my heart out
with emotion, pulling words from my head I didn’t even know I knew.
I wrote out everything I wanted to say. It was pure
poetry.
The next morning before school I gave Brooke
the letter. She didn’t open it right away. I wanted her to open my
letter and read it as I watched from across the hall. I could
picture her soft face blush as she took in my words. Instead,
Brooke put the letter in the back pocket of her blue jeans. She
stood with her friends, laughing and enjoying the few moments they
had left before the school began rang. My anxiety grew with every
tick of the clock. The anticipation was killing me.
“ Jack, are you alright?” Ms.
Richardson asked as she tapped me on the shoulder.
Startled, I replied, “Oh yeah, it’s time for
our reading session.”
When the school bell rang I realized I was out
of time. Brooke still hadn’t opened the letter.
This next part of the story was told to me by
Brooke years after we were married. She explained that she hadn’t
realized what I had given her. When she finally pulled my letter
out of her pocket she opened it and began to read (“My dearest
Brooke…”). She couldn’t help but laugh because my letter was so
over the top. We were only ten years old. I was already talking
about marriage!
When Brooke’s friends heard her belly laughs
they wanted in on the joke. Like a good friend Brooke showed them
the letter. My love note was passed from kid to kid. The laughter
grew louder and louder in the classroom. Some of the kids even
started quoting me and acting it out.
“ Oh, Brooke, I love you! One day I
want to marry you and have a family! Hahahaha!”
When Mrs. Trident heard the commotion she
marched down the aisle, like a dope-sniffing dog to find out what
was going on.
“ Brooke, we don’t pass notes in
class, young lady. You should know better. Because it is obvious
you don’t, I’m going to post this note on the bulletin board for
all the kids to see. That should teach you a lesson!”
As you can imagine, I was mortified! The next
morning there were kids gathered at the main bulletin board reading
all about my feelings for Brooke. There was nothing I could do.
Kids pointed, laughed, and called me Romeo. I was so embarrassed.I
wished for the floor to open, dropping me into another
universe.
That’s when I felt Brooke’s eyes on me from
down the hall. When I looked up she flashed me a shy smile, making
everything instantly better.
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