school preacher, and I learned to accept such things, but they still hit close to home. Karma had always come around for me. In the moments of my journey, I concentrated hard on what I had done up to this point.

I had always been the shy type of kid growing up in a peaceful little neighborhood. Nothing really rocked my world, except maybe cartoons on Saturday mornings, and McDonald's happy meal toys. Run, run, and run. That's what I did away from the future. I would surround myself with the past, always with a feeling of nostalgia, fearing what lay ahead. I spent most of my childhood as an only child, until my brother and sister were born, so, nobody was really around. I grew up lonely with no one around; that is, until I met her.

It was a hairy-chest-ed guys walking around shirtless June day, and I was sitting on the front stone steps. A moving truck was backing in across the street, and I perked up, in curiosity. I was more than shocked when a girl stepped down from the truck. It was like one of those slow motion movie scenes, like with a super model. There might have actually been a fan nearby, the way her long dark brown hair was blowing in the wind. She looked up, in my direction, and met my gaze. She had gleaming blue eyes, and I noticed she wore a golden locket . I looked away nervously; I had practice doing this from class.

I officially met this girl a few weeks later at a gas station, pumping gas. Unfortunately, I was stuck driving my dad's old truck. Like an idiot, I had dropped my key, and my cell phone on the ground. I instinctively scrambled to retrieve them, however, a delicate hand interrupted my path. The hand then returned the objects to their owner.

Hey, uh, thanks a lot, I really appreciate that

No problemmmm. Sup'? I've seen you around; I don't know if you caught my name; I'm Amber, she said in a romantic voice.

She stood, swaying delicately in the breeze, and my jaw was on the floor. I'm pretty sure it was one of the top 10 awkward experiences in my life.

I think I moved across the street from you, she said.

Uh- yeah, yeah that's right- true- yeah I know you, I stumbled over my words.

She pointed to my borrowed car.

Heyyy, I like a guy that drives a truck. Besides a guy in uniform, of course! Amber joked, laughing.

I laughed along nervously, and she nodded.

So I'll uhm, see ya around, right? the girl asked, turning on her spot and floating away.

I was so dumb; all those dating movies, and nada, zero, zippo.

The next evening,

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