Love Letter

If love gives wings to fly to the one I love…Then destiny wants us together? Would we be happy?

So many letter, billions and billions of them …and you...you got the wrong one!

You got mine…

There was just infinity of possibilities…but you…you got mi letter to the one I love the most…why? Why is it that you got it? Why from all the people you got it?

It was a new year, a new school trip and the beginning of love…sort of…or maybe the beginning of catastrophe…

According to everyone I’m the girl who gets very good notes, but for my family is not enough to get an A+ in each subject each year, they are perfectionists and very pushy … My name…well my surname is “Miss Perfect”; but my real name is Layla von Dean. Yep, my family is descendant of Germans that came to the States seeking fortune and they did find it, in the “black gold”.

I’m not new, I had live in this town for ages and my family too, my neighbors are the same as last year and the school has not change in decades according to my mother… Only the uniform changes every 3 years when each generation gets free and follows their dreams … or so they say…

Truthfully I do not have any dreams; I just want to get out of this town and have a nice life in the city alone; without my family, being myself, laughing and being normal.

With the beginning of my last year I wished upon the statue of the school’s founder, to get again the first place and go to a university far away from this town and as any virgin girl: I wished to get a boyfriend, a good one and have sex.

I was talking to my dearest friend of all my life, Sarah Gateman; she is the fastest girl in the team of track and field with 35’ in 500 m and she told me to be the manager again this year for the competition or maybe joining the team for good but before I knew it, I was running to tutoring in the first day of class and sort of I get safe, the teacher hadn’t showed up so, I took my seat near the window that had a view to the schoolyard and the tennis and basket courts, and without knowing it was the role that took me back to my senses and the appearing of a new student… He was tall, with good muscles, brunette, white skin and the most beautiful eyes I ever seen, they were dark like the night but they had that sort of spark in them that you get idiotized, every single girl was looking at him not even paying attention to Mr. Wallas, the sexiest teacher in school or so they said the cheerleaders; but that tall handsome guy was just perfect, he was really gorgeous… He sat beside me and I was like if I had eaten a chili, I was red and I felt literally hot, without knowing I just stared at him and he knew, he knew it and he just smiled to me …

--Well I guess someone

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