Today's OneWord: Level

We weren't even on the same level anymore. Not academically - I had skipped two grades - not mentally or emotionally, not even physically. She was in a lower grade, but she was beautiful. I was the stereotypical nerdy four-eyes who allegedly needed a makeover like in the movies.

Still, she found time to call me. She still waved to me in the hallway when I hovered around my locker. And she even gave me little gifts during the holidays, some with little hearts squiggled on the cards.

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