"Kiah, can I talk to you in private?" The boy asked. Kiah was sitting on the bleachers at her high school, watching a volley ball match. "Sure", she answered. Her and the brown-haired boy Walked out of the gymnasium and into the empty hall. Dearest reader, I call this boy, "The boy", because I have not given him a name. He does not need one. Afterall, this story is nothing but a fantasy that was going on in the narators head last night, and is not real in any way. It is nothing but a pure dream, and or fantasy.
"Kiah, I think I've fallen in love with you", the boy said. Kiah was astonished. The truth is, she had been in love with this boy since the beginning of the school term, and he had not noticed her once. Until now, of course. "look", she began, "I'm sorry, but why are you telling me this now?". The boy stared at her with sad eyes. She felt nothing but pitty for him now. What had she been thinking this whole time? This boy was nothing but a child. A confused teenager. She did'nt need a boy! She needed a man! A man who was'nt a coward like him. "I've been in love with you for four whole months now, and you never once realised that. And even though you've known me for four months, your just confessing your love to me now? What, was I not good enough for you?" She asked. He just stood there. Not thinking, not doing anything. He was a coward. Nothing but a coward. "I never thought I'd say this, but your too late", she said. And with that, she swiftly walked away. They never saw eachother again, because at that moment, the narator was awoken from her dream, and was off on her way to school.