(by Noukka Signe)
I remember I was doing this one day at the 4s park when this guy named Danny came up to me. I was 14 years old and he looked at least 17. We had the most awkward conversation and at the end he asked, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing reading Harry Potter at a park alone?” I blushed and tried to think of a witty response when my phone rang and my parents called me home. He looked a little disappointed and told me to come back later. I didn’t that night partly cause I couldn’t get out of the house, partly because he was with his group of friends and, what to me at the time looked like, a pretty intimidating group of girls. For two months I went to the park and never saw him when one day, without a book, I was sitting on top of a hill when he bumped into me and said, “Well here you are; haven’t seen you around.” I laughed and sucked up some courage, “Maybe it’s fate.” He chuckled and looked away, “Fate? Hah …” I felt a need to feel embarrassed, but I wasn’t. It was probably one of the most cheesiest, forward things I’d ever said to a guy. Two weeks later I heard that his parents moved him away when he got caught smoking weed at that same park. Never saw him again.