The first time that Wendy saw Irene she thought she saw a doll. It was the orientation for the incoming highschoolers. Having been studying abroad Wendy did not know anyone so she sat near the back of all the other new students, near where the older years sat. There she saw Irene. She was starstruck, openly staring at the pretty upperclassman distinguised by their black ribbon. Jet black straight hair, unblemished skin, doe eye that held a quiet intesity and an overall disposition of aloofness. She was mistified, having never met anyone who held her atention so, but at this moment she just registered Irene as a pretty upperclassman. It would take a few more meetings for her to cement the budding feelings she has.

**This will be my first foray into writing. Up to this time all I have done is read and read some more. I think it would be nice to challenge myself to do something different.**