Chapter One: Salvador
Silver Monroe skipped up the stone steps to Westover High School. Silver could have easily gotten almost any boy she wanted; only she had yet to find the one meant for her. She walked swiftly down the long hallways to her first class; math.
After about ten minutos the boy sitting behind her raised his hand, asking for water. Silver had been in mostly the same classes as him almost the entire ano and she had never heard him talk before. She had never really even noticed him before. He had long, blonde hair that was almost white and black eyes. The teacher, Mrs. Taylor dismissed him and they continued with their lesson. Silver didn't see him again until English. Silver usually tried not to sit in the back of the class, yet today she sat seguinte to the boy. She wanted to know his name.
Once the teacher began to teach, Silver began composição literária something down on a scrap of paper.
'Silver, what are you writing?' she asked. 'Would you like to share it with the class?'
'I apologize, Mrs. Hodges,' said Silver. 'I was only taking notes as to help me remember the lesson.'
'It's alright, Silver,' said Mrs. Hodges, 'but could you take notes when classes are over?'
'Of course,' said Silver, as she thought; that is just fine. I have finished writing, therefore, it does not matter if I must write no more.
As Silver glanced at the boy, she thought she saw him watching her as he wrote something on a scrap of paper. He had the paper slightly in his lap, Silver realized. No one would notice him writing.
I was very much so obvious as I had written upon my notebook paper, thought Silver. I could not ever think of to be secretive as I was writing.
The boy reached over, letting the slip of paper brush her arm, and placed it in her desk.
After school Silver took out the note and opened it. It read; You draw much attention to yourself, I would not act quite so ostentatious if I were put into your situation.
Somehow getting a note from a boy like him made me feel exited. Like as if I were someone special...