SGartgirl

Sitting at my desk in French III, I see her walking into the room. With long, black, wavy hair she glides to her seat next to mine. June, my desk partner, is medium height, athletic yet delicate frame, and has the face of a goddess. As she sits down next to me, I melt into my seat and my desk. I realize my state and straighten up knowing that I looked ridiculous. She smiles that God-given smile that sends a smile right to my mouth. And then, with a light voice she says, "Hey Katie." I melt again, fumbling with my words. Somehow I come up with something along the lines of, "Hey June, what's up you?" I growl underneath my breath realizing my ri