Okay so I need to admit something. I liked a boy. So much. I liked him in first and second grade, and then I liked him in 4 again. I also liked him in 5th grade. Now it is 6th.

I don’t know why I liked him so much. Like half my life. He is weird. He has bad teeth and stupid hair. He doesn’t have a phone. He is basically an ipad kid.

While me, I wear lululemon. I have a phone, and lots of friends. I am pretty and smart and well liked.

So how did a girl like me like him? I have no idea. Love is weird sometimes. It is a mystery. I think it was just because I liked that I liked him. I liked how I got a chill when I talked to him.

It was half way through 6th grade when I started flirting with this boy that was in the play with me. I started liking this boy now.

I stopped talking to the weird boy. I practically forgot about him. I am so embarrassed I even liked him.

With that boy, either I came to my senses, or just one day the chills stopped.