Sometimes, I ask myself, “How the hell am I ten, and I'm already depressed?”

I've started a new school, and there's some.. eh interesting kids there. There's this one kid, Frank, and uh, I think I'm falling in love.

He's the class clown, a cute one at that.

“SHIT!” I screamed out. I can't like guys. I can't like guys. I kept on whispering that to myself as I walked to school.

I looked up, Frank's face smiling at me. His goofy smile, making me blush from his cuteness.

“Wanna hangout?” Frank asked, as he flipped a drumstick that he had in hand.

“You play the drums?” I eagerly asked, excited that I wasn't the only musician here.

“I'll tell you if you tell me your name,” he joked.

“I'm-” my throat got stuck.

Frank frowned, getting concerned. He placed his hand on my shoulder, and I looked up.

Kinda a mistake, because his eyes made my mouth water.

“I'm Billie Joe.” I managed to say as I nearly fell into his arms. I mean I did fall into his arms.

“Nice name.” He chuckled as he lifted me up. I'm a small person, so it's easy to lift me up.

Frank's a bit taller than me, not by much, yet I look like a stuffed animal compared to him.

At the moment, I'm 4’1, and Frank is around 4’4.

Frank's cheeks blushed as he quickly put me down.

I brushed my shirt off, making sure it wasn't SUPER wrinkled. I looked done at my shoes.

Today I felt booty. I suddenly bursted into laughter. I mean, I felt like wearing boots.

“What's so funny?” Frank asked.

“I thought to myself that I was feeling booty.” I managed to say between laughs. “I meant I felt like wearing boots today.”

Frank erupted into laughter, he and I Iaughing side by side.

I could tell we're gonna be good friends.

Anyway, back to my thoughts.

Today I was feeling like I should wear boots. The boots I'm currently wearing have like a heel to them,so they're kinda women's shoes.

But, I really like them, and I wanted to wear them so I wore them. Y'know how that goes.

The bell rang, signaling for us to head to class…