DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MEANT TO BE TERRIBLE
That morning when I woke up I knew my life was going to change. I had always dreamed of meeting a boy in high school, but I had no idea that that day was going to be today. I got around for school, grabbed my backpack, and began walking to school. It was a hot, dry day and I began to sweat. Shortly after I began sweating a man drove through a puddle and splashed me. I licked the muddy water off of my lips and kept walking, glad to be refreshed.

When I got to school I ran into my friend Katelyn. She silently handed me a flyer that said there was a new We <3 Penguins Club starting during af. She knows I love penguins, so that's why she gave it to me. Afterwards she walked away without saying anything to me. I love our conversations.

After first hour I ran to the classroom listed on the flyer. There were only three other people in the room. I noticed a bowl of pudding and Oreos and immediately ran over. I love pudding and Oreos, and putting them together just makes them even better.

As I was filling a bowl with Oreo pudding when someone tapped my shoulder. It was a new kid at school. When he opened his mouth to ask me to move I noticed something booger-like stuck between his teeth. I decided not to say anything and moved out of his way and he got his own pudding.

He had a little bit of a mustache and was wearing a cowboy hat, shading is dirty blond hair and gray eyes. He reminded me of the cowboy from one of the skits from iCarly. I followed my instincts.

"Is that a squirrel on your lip?" I said, pointing to his mustache.

He laughed. "That's an iCarly reference right? Funny."

"Yeah, I love iCarly." I replied.

"Me too." He said. He laughed again.

I laughed with him, then said, "Hi, I'm Alex."

"I'm Henry." He replied with a smile. "So, you're a penguin lover?"

"Of course!" I replied. "I'm not just here for the pudding, although I do love it."

"Me too." He said, sitting on the couch.
I sat next to him.

He began spooning pudding into his mouth, and I decided to break the awkward silence.

"I noticed that you're new, where are you from?" I asked.

"California." He replied with pudding in his mouth.

"Wow." I said. "I've always thought that people from California were like, gods."

He suddenly became very serious. "There is only one true God and his name is never to be beseeched by anyone. I love my religion and hate everyone who isn't in it. My priest even taught me how to play my favorite instrument, the bassoon."

I looked at my bowl, unsure what to say. I was about to mention my love for the bassoon but suddenly the bell rang and he jumped from his seat then ran down the hall without bending his knees.

He was so attractive.