Anthony Lightwood. Why do I still remember that name? Is it because I just can't let go? It's been over three years, you would think that you would get over a 6th grade crush by the time you were 15. But I feel like it was more than a crush. He was the first guy that ever liked me back. I don't know what it means to like someone but I think he did. Well, until he took a piece of my heart and threw it in the garbage bin on his way out.
But is that really why I still remember him? Maybe I just have a great memory. Actually no, that's way out of the question, I have an awful memory. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. So what is it? I'm sorry, I'm asking you all these questions about a stupid boy and you don't even know he is. You don't even know who I am! I'm Riley, Riley Radish. It's a really weird name but I have really weird parents. I have a weird sister too but I don't see her that much ever since she started college two years ago to become a screenwriter.
As for my nut job of a farther, he walked out on us when I was 11. That's why I was so happy when I found a friend like Anthony less than a year later. At least my mom is cool though. The one thing that killed me though was when after two years of living peacefully my "father" came back and tried to make things work. He failed. My mom and him got divorced and my sister and I moved with my mom to the other side of town. I was just relieved that I would get to go to the same school.
Ah, school. The place where I made all my friends. I have the craziest, wackiest, most lovable group of friends. They don't even make fun of me when I have weird muscle spasms. Most of my friends now are the same ones I've had since 6th grade. Except for Anthony. Everyone's probably thinking, "what is with this Anthony guy?! Who is he? Are you ever going to get to the part where you explain him to us?" Right, Anthony was in almost all of my classes in 6th grade. I met him in the year before but we weren't really friends. I started to really like him. He was so funny and had ocd too. And because I had an awesome principle we got to have recess. At recess I would always talk to him and we'd make up silly games.
Not knowing the consequences of this, I told my friend how I felt about him. At first, she handled it pretty well. At FIRST. I'll get back to her later.
At lunch in 6th grade, this was the first time I realized he cared about me. We were walking to our table.
"Hey I wanna sit next to Anthony!" One of his friends shouted.
"You sat by him last time I'm sitting next to him!" His other friend stated. Anthony walked up to them and replied, "guys I want Riley to sit next to me." I was so happy. He didn't just ditch me for his other friends. He was the first boy I ever met that genially liked me, I think.