Ah, mine was in 1st grade. I was the typical cute little schoolgirl that you would see in Japan-- Only this whole story happened in Mexico. I was a little otaku. Watching card captor Sakura with my best friends on Saturday, then going to the supermarket to literally sit on top of the arcade machines to play Vampire Saviour. Anyways, at the time my self esteem was horribly low. I felt like I was the ugly different girl in my class since all the other girls were brown-skinned, beautiful straight black hair and brown eyes, just like Mexican girls are supposed to be, but I was a pale girl, olive green eyes, and light brown curly hair tied in a ponytail. It got to the point where I'd sit during lunchtime, crying and sobbing all over my uniform while trying to eat the sandwich my mom had made me, and one boy, named Alex, with this movie-star smile would sometimes sit next to me, asking what was wrong.

I'd just shake my head and say it was nothing. And he'd smile, and would tell me that whatever it was, that I should stop crying.

It seemed another girl had the same problem. We felt horrible, and one day, a teacher decided to make a speech about what we were going through. And that day, Alex stood up, and said

"I dont see why they're sad. They're both beautiful."

Of course, as a 1st grader, he didn't mean it, but from that day on, I felt way better about myself. I daydreamed about him.. It was amazing. :3

But then the last day of school of 2nd grade, just when I was going to move to the United States, I wanted to tell him my feelings..

But he was already gone. I never saw him after that. D: >