He took his seat across the room. Facing me, he sat quietly. His eyes glued to the teacher, his large, masculine hands fiddled with a brand new pencil and a faint look of nervousness in his face. A face that could put a Greek god to shame. Unfortunately, he was an upperclassman and my chances with him were probably one in a million. I could feel it already: high school was going to be great. All through the summer I had thought, "Oh, I don't want to go to high school; I don't want to be a freshman; I don't want to be beaten up by the seniors, I don't want. . ." Apart from that, I was afraid everything would be too hard for me and I would do so badly I would get kicked out.

Then came guys. All my friends and I thought the guys in our grade would see the upperclass "women" and forget about us. I ended up with the impression that high school was going to be pretty bad. As I walked into school on the first day, everything went fine: nobody laughed, stepped on, or used me; nothing exciting, but nothing extremely boring happened either. After I scheduled all my classes, school started.

I went to my first period class, and it was totally boring: class rules and regulations. Second period was a repeat of first, but then came third period which I was expecting to be another dull 50 minutes, but this is where I was now staring at this "Adonis". I fell in love immediately, but he just sat there, eyes glued to his desk, and his hands playing with his pencil. I had to find out all I could about him, but that would have to be after class. Meanwhile, I would get a close look at him and guess what he was like. I was sure he was very kind, sweet and friendly. Then the teacher called on him to say his name and to answer a question. His name was Keith. Very shortly after he said his name, he glanced up and saw me staring at him; he stared back and smiled. Right then, I could already feel it, high school was going to be great. "The Power of Love," see what it can do?n