The Day I Met My Sweet Song

It was all the same. only thing that's different I was fifteen. Sitting in the front row of math I don't pay attention, instead I'm reading the type of book my mom would've never bought me. The bell rings signaling the end of class. Whether it was the end of school for the day is blurry to me but I remember her sweet voice, "excuse me, is that a manga?"

I remember looking to her and nodding, "can I see it?"

"Sure," I hand it over telling her, "my name's _____."

"I'm 'Sweet Song'."

"Hey you two girls should give each other your numbers, hang out after school sometime," our math and science teacher Mrs. D smiles, showing up out of nowhere. I look to Sweet Song and she nods. To my surprise I hand her my phone and now its history.