Danielle
Feb 23, 2017 · 2 min read
Danielle was the girl of my dreams. Class president and head cheerleader, she was the most popular girl in the high school. I hung out in auto shop. I did auto shop very well, but it wasn’t Calculus or French IV. It didn’t matter to me; I still asked her out.
To my surprise, she said yes. Pizza and a movie on Saturday night. I washed my car every night that week waiting for Saturday. That Friday I was devastated when she saw me and didn’t smile…
