Why Me?

Edwin Alexander Abarca Hernandez Rodriguez Torres Period 8 Mr. Winfrey There I was, rummaging through my closet. Continuously saying,"Where is it? Where is it? I swear, I shoulda had this ready yesterday. Of all days that this could have happened," I finally find it in a giant pile of clothes. A vest to accompany my dress shirt. I glanced at my watch and counted down the time,"Fifteen minutes," and I repeated it, until I finally realized,"Fifteen minutes?" I bolted from my standing position to quickly get the very last pieces of my outfit. I'll admit it, I was in a bad situation. Guys should never show up late to see whom they care for the most. In my case it was the only person I actually truly cared about, the one keeping me out of trouble, and the one that I know will be there for me when I need her the most. I snatched my black bow tie from the desk next to my bed and the cuff links I had stowed away in my drawer. "Perfect," I said as I looked in front of the mirror, acting slightly conceded. I grabbed my hair brush and my gel, rushing to get my hair done urgently. I checked my pockets to make sure I had everything and I jolted upstairs to the living room, where I waited for my parents to say they were ready to drive me. Yeah, there was a downside. Being driven to homecoming by my parents, but it was better than nothing. I rather spend a day with her than a day surrounded with stuck-up, shallow, and ignorant students from my high school. You might be thinking to yourself, what's so special about her? The first thing I would say is, "What isn't special about her?" and I say that because she is simply amazing. She's musically talented, she can sing, she gives amazing advice, she's beautiful, and she's gone through so much which makes me see her as someone that I could be like. Though I, unlike her, can break at the most simplest of moments, trying to defend myself or her. I'm weak. Finally, I got in the car. The only thing seperating me from her was a long car drive. I'll admit, I was excited. I couldn't wait to see her again. Even if I can only see her every so often, I cherish every second of it. Not wanting to leave at the sight of the clock hitting the time I have to go. The car drive was relatively fast, compared to what I expected. I approached the door and knocked. It was her father. I greeted him and procceeded inside, where I wait for her. After about a minute or so, I hear heels hitting the hardwood floor and look up. There she was. As stunning as I've ever seen her. I was speechless. I'm not good at giving compliments either due to my shy nature, so I looked up and took a deep breathe and said, "You look great," I swear, if there was anything I would change about myself it would be how shy I am in front of the girl I love the most. Though that sort of thing kind of just happens over time. I looked into her eyes and was amazed. Why did she pick me? Out of everyone out there she picked me. I try to better myself in many ways, to make myself seem likable to others, even if I tell others I don't. I'm a mess. I was broken in a million pieces until I found someone that could help me build me back together. Her.