First Love

Walking through those doors of the pizza store, the only thing I was expecting to get was my food, I was wrong. I remember it like it was yesterday; I can still feel the sweat dripping down my face as I walked from the gym to the pizza pallor. It was cold outside, almost winter time of my sophomore year in high school. As I walked into the pallor, I noticed a girl folding pizza boxes. I have seen her around school before, but never as I saw her that day. She was beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. …