Thursday afternoon at Le Lycee I was sat next to my best friend Libby. Me and Libby were sat in a French Classroom in the middle of a French Test worth two hours. The exam was long, especially for two English girls who were bursting for a pee. It was funny, but it was long. Not a good combination one must say. We were sat in the back corner of the classroom with books thrown on the table top and notes flying everywhere. We had to be quiet, which made the whole experience more funny. Chris was sat at the table to my right on his own with a friendly french girl. He was being good reading one of my books based on vampires and sex. He was quite content with it all. Libby and myself passed each other notes and giggled at the back of the classroom, we commented on the boy who was sat directly infront of Libby. I got the best view of this boy, a boy with a hypnotic smell, a smell so strong it was sometimes overwhelming for me. It smelt so sweet and powerful. His smile was beautiful and amazing, his hair was of longish blond waves.
My name for msn conversations, the people whom know me possibly a lot better than others, is Stargirl. This often changes to names such as Shyviolet. HariboSweets or Juliet Capulet, depending on the situation. Stargirl. The boy infront often turned to talk quietly to the girl sat next to Chris about the exam. In other words, they cheated. Passing the mobile back and forth. It was funny to watch. Me and Libby noted how easy it was to cheat, the teacher at the front of the class was twiddling her thumbs for a long long time. The boy sometimes snuck in sneaky glances to the girl behind him. Not directly behind, because that would have been Libby. But the glances were at me. Shyviolet. Shyviolet kept smiling.
Another time the boy turned around, he looked at a Pink book on the desk infront of Libby and I. He picked it up, and read the cover. The image was of a silver stick-girl (rather than stick-man) with a silver star over her. Underneath, also in silver were the words 'Love, Stargirl'. A book. A sequel to the first book called 'Stargirl'. The boy looked at the book for a few more seconds, and looked up to meet Shyviolet/Stargirl's eyes. He waited for a few moments longer, smiled, chuckled a bit, smiled again, and turned around, placing the book back onto the original table. Libby nudged Stargirl, and started writing down notes onto the note paper. It read 'Well, he noticed didn't he! He remembered that you were Stargirl. He knew it. He misses you. I can see,'
Stargirl looked back at the boy sat infront of her, and felt her heart skipping rythmically. Her eyes began to sparkle, as the cold air in the room came through from the windows. Her eyes began to show some tears, and Libby had noticed. She held her tightly.
A few minutes passed, and Stargirl burst into giggles, holding her mouth with both hands trying to be quiet. These were the laughs you get when you do not want them. It was from the french phrase book infornt of her, she had opened it up, and it read, in french, and this is my daughter... Stargirl immediately thought of introducing someone like Chris to a stranger with that phrase, hense the giggles. Libby joined in. The boy infront heard the girl behind, and turned around. He started laughing with her, smiling like old times. Stargirl enjoyed his attention, and began to slow in her chuckles. She looked back at him, longer. Libby sat watching the scene. The boy infront, gave a sympathetic look of sorrow. He was upset with himself. Stargirl felt sorry for him. She didn't want to be away from him. She wanted to always be with him. The boy who didn't know everthing about her, but knew enough to keep up. He liked what he knew. He liked her. Or he had. She hadn't liked what had happened that had changed it all. SHe hadn't liked what people had been saying.
Stargirl is like me. Her story is like mine. My mum had noticed this. My friends had noticed this. I hadn't realised until this day, that the story is so similar to my own, and that Leo and Stargirl first fell apart, because of the people around them. Leo and Stargirl lived in two separate places, far far away. Stargirl and Leo loved each other. Stargirl was different. Leo was special. Both had to find a way to be together.
I think I've fallen in love with the French boy who was sat infront of me. I think I've fallen in love with Francois. Francois is the boy who sat infront.
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