The Girl from Math Class(Sophie) Her name is Sarah, Sarah Geller. Picture a petite girl with honey blond hair, a sweet personality, glowing skin, beautiful clothes, and bright blue eyes, and you know Sarah. Today, she wears my favorite floral dress. The dress is red, blue, and gray. A gray sweater is wrapped around her shoulders. She carries her math textbook as she walks down the hall. I can faintly smell her perfume as she passes by. She is wearing a floral scent that matches her dress perfectly. I clench my jaw, she's seen me. She waves a little, I turn away quickly and stare into my empty locker. I watch her slip into the classroom and I slam my locker shut.

Sarah is already taking notes in her notebook when I enter the math room. She is even more flawless the closer you get. I sit next to her in math class, I swallow and take my seat. It turns out, she isn't taking notes, she is sketching. She is drawing a beautiful rose, shading it so it looks almost real. I hold back my gasp and our teacher begins the lesson.

You may ask, who is this weirdo? For your information, I am homecoming king, and the most popular guy in school. So, why can't I talk to her? Because she is too smart, and too pretty. I tried once.

"Hi, I'm Tristan." I had said on the first day of school, she turned around and smiled at me like most girls do.
"Nice to meet you, Tristan. I'm Sarah." the way she said my name made me lost for words. I just skirted around her and went speed-walking down the hall. I have to get up the courage sometime.

"Tristan, why don't you and Sarah come up to the board and work out the problem?" the teacher asks with a smile. Mrs. Bearnie is my favorite teacher, but I'm sure she's telepathic. She must know I like Sarah, alot.

"Uh, sure." I answer, getting up from my desk slowly. Sarah is already to the board and waiting for me with a marker extended in her hand. I take it from her and she smiles again with her perfect teeth.
"Thanks." I mutter, she nods in response. I write out the problem as she announces what we both are doing, she says it much better than I ever could. All I do is write numbers on a board like a zombie.

We sit back down and she slips me a note. I stuff it in my pocket and I decide to wait until the end of class to read it. I don't want to look desperate. The bell rings, and I can't get up fast enough. I stride over to my locker and take out the note. 'Tristan' is written across the front in her loopy writing. I open up the other folds, and see my worst nightmare.

'Hi, Tristan, about you asking me to prom... I sort of have a boyfriend, but thank you so much for the invitation. Maybe next time? Much Love, Sarah :)'

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