When I was in 3rd or 4th grade the cool thing was sending girls you liked love notes. You know, the girls without cooties. So I wrote a note, some stupid, poetic note that compared the girl's eyes to oceans. The kinda stuff that sounded good when you're 8 or 9 but seems intensly corny nowadays. So I wrote it and the class was sitting in a 4 or 5 row semicircle for some kind of story time crapola. The girl who was supposed to get the note was two rows ahead of me, even though I tired to sit right next to her.
So I handed the note to MC (b) to give to the girl I liked, RS (b), and specifically told her to pass it forward. Buuut, she opened it and read it to herself, and since i didn't write anyone's name on it she thought it was for her.
She was pretty happy that I liked her, and I couldn't hurt her feelings by telling her "No, its for her, not you!"
So MC (b) was basically my first girlfriend. We didn't really do much because she wasn't really the girl I liked in the first place. But it turned out good, me and my friends needed someone to pretend they were April O'Neil when we played "Ninja Turtles" during recess.
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