Was one of the star athletes of theschool. Heather was 5'5". Redhead, green eyes. She worked for the schoolpaper writing a fashion column."Hey dude, w...ere the hell were you yesterday?" Michael asked."Yo," I said. "I think I had food poisoning or something. Just didn'tfeel good" Well you didn't miss anything," heather said."Good I guess," I said still feeling out of it. I just can't shake thisfeeling.The whole day was pretty normal. Nothing happen. Just a normal day. Tillthe last period, which. He smiled back at her and took another sip of his drink, from his sitting form he was about 6’2 or so, he was slim and muscular, his chest seemed to ripple under his tight white shirt, and his slim figure seemed to match hers almost perfectly, he had his bleach blonde hair spiked, and amazing blue eyes the color of the ocean, he had a wonderful smile which sent chills down her spine, it was like he was looking directly at her and not her body. He had long slim fingers, she could see each. She gives a sad smile and shakes her head, wishful thinking tearing at her happiness in the dream as reality sets back in. She lifts her head and walks resolutely onward watching the way forward from beneath her brows, or is it the way backward? She blinks not sure which way she is going. Wind trails in her wake like a puppy eager for attention but she ignores him. Night dances in behind her and wraps himself like cloak about her shoulders, bowing her down as he settles his cowl over her hair. I had a sudden image of walking over and pressing a hand to her skin. It frightened me to death, because in my culture, thoughts like that were not normal, and I quickly dashed it away. She and I became distant after that, as I tried to banish any thought of that day from my mind. When we graduated…I never saw her again. I wish I could have told her that I didn’t hate her, because I’m sure that’s what she thought. I never explained why, but I knew she wouldn’t understand…” Aaliyah pressed a.