story contd.

What is this? Is this what my life has been lowered to?
Parking the car was hell, everyone was always cutting me off everytime I tried to steal a space. This forced me to park about a block away and then walk over to the school in the blistering heat. I was such a push-over.
Even with Diana; no wait, especially with Diana.
So then why would I risk my life driving with a complete pyscho-maniac car driver to only be pushed aside as a shadow that constantly follows her trail?
Nervously I pushed my way through the crows in the audotorium, finding myself a seat pretty close to the front; lucky me.
And then she came on.
Her brunette hair was short-cut but emphasized her round, glowing face and bright chesnut eyes. Her body was sleek, not very full, but that didn't make her unattractive, in fact the lack of curves enhanced her cuteness and energy. For somone so short she seemed to alluminate the whole room like a full moon in a cloudless sky. But that wasn't really what blew me away, every single time.
It was her voice.
An angelic yet, powerful tune that seemed to embody the essence of the soul. The sound seemed to pull you up from the very depths of your heart, only to make you blossom like a flower in spring. The passion in her voice, the choice of her words, melted together seemed to cry for someone to follow, someone to add to her song.
But then it was over, and you are left with this burning sensation right in the middle of your chest, close to your heart; where the flower bloomed.
She bowed slightly, a bright smile on her face while flaring out her knee-length skirt. She seemed to shine like an angel with her cross-laced white shirt - but who was I to know about fashion?
And then she was gone, and then I knew I was in love.