When I woke up yet again, I knew what had just happened wasn't a dream. Harry was gone, of coarse, but I was still high on the experience that he accually came and saw me! I was so happy and so dazed but I still remember what I was gonna tell him before I passed out. I was going to tell him how much I liked him, more like loved but I didn't want to creep him out, and how long I've liked him an I wound be super happy if we were friends. I wanted it to be meaningful though.

I knew that there was no way I would be able to have the guts to go up to him in person and tell him how I felt without passin out again and embarrassing myself. So my brilliant idea was to write a heart-felt letter that I would sneak under one of his papers in History class. As I was sitting in the nurses office still, I felt my head with the bandage around it and at the slightest touch, it felt like I wa getting punched in the gut. I was still so nauseous.

The scho nurse walked into the room an caught me standing up. "No no honey. You still need to lay down. Your in very bad condition. When you fell, you got a minor concusion and cracked the back of your head open. I'll call your mother to pick you up and tell her how to take care if you. You will have to stay home for about a week."

First of all, I was kinda pissed of because I hate being called honey. I don't know why, but I just do. Also, I was pissed because she was gonna tell my mom how to take care of me? Bitch, she's my fucking mom. I think she knows how to take care of me. I was kinda glad I got a week off from school because I hate school, but I wouldn't get to see Harry for a whole week! Not that he would care, but I do! But it also gave me time to work on my heart-felt note .

Through the week that I was out of school, all I did was sleep, eat, and write. And take medicine, you know. But I worked so hard on that note to get him to truly understand me and how I felt and maybe even get him to notice me a little more. By the end of the week, my love letter was completed. This is what it said:

Dear Harry,
My names Lyric and I kinda sit next to you in history class. Yeah, I was that girl that passes out and was in the nurses office. Thanks for coming and visiting me by the way and for the balloons and flowers. I don't know if you remember me, but we went to elementary school together. I don't think we were ever in the same class though. Listen, ever since sixth grade when you sang 'Isn't She Lovely' in the talent show, I've liked you. A lot. And when ever I see you, you make my day brighter even when it sucks, which is most of the time. I'm very insecure and honestly, I really hate myself. I hate everything about myself. I have a whole bunch of fake friends that leave me out all the time and it really brings my self esteem down. I've alway thought guys fell for insecure girls and try to make them feel loved, but that only happens in the movies. But anyways, it took a lot of courage for me to let you read this. It would be cool if we could be friends. Text me sometime(: 878-555-3910.

Notes

Well this was a long chapter! I hope you like it!