My Best Day

The day I met Susan was the best day of my life. I was in my final year of high school and I had everything going for me. I was the AFL captain, I had the best grades and was one of the popular kids at school. That all changed though, when I first saw ‘her’. It was Period Two when her arrival was announced by the principal: “Year 12, this is Susan MacAmara. Susan is new to Park Ridge. Make her feel welcome.”

I was trying to avoid my eyes staring at her long blonde hair and soft glowing skin, but her profound beauty stole my attention. Every time she adjusted her silky hair, I caught a glimpse of her bright blue eyes. My mind fixated on how to talk to her.

When the bell rang, I keenly followed Susan as she walked by C Block and sat outside a class room door within the undercover area. This was where most seniors sat; either here or in the large field between H and M Blocks. Acting unsuspiciously suspicious I stood metres from her trying to build up my confidence to talk to her. I had never been good at talking to girls, living in a household of males and my mother’s often away for work. As I stand there arguing with myself I

What little they had was still boxed from last week. By late afternoon the goodbyes were said, and she drove off into the sunset. I managed to hold off the waterfall of tears until her car had disappeared, but my heart still ached. I already felt incomplete. I was dying inside, the thought of going back home terrified me. So, I just stood there thinking, “Maybe I am Romeo and she is Juliet? Maybe I can’t live without her? The yin to my yang, the sunshine to my life, the missing puzzle to my broken heart. What if she is the one and I lose her?” I questioned to myself. Then in a wave of clarity I hopped into my car and drove away. I didn’t go home though, or to school or to work, I drove toward love instead. I drove to find my true love once again. I went after her, I went after