There he is, walking through the door of our english class. He sits down in front of me, where I can stare at him the whole class period. I turn back around to my desk so i can smell the small hint of his colonge as he walks past me. The sad part is, I don't even know his name. Well actually, I just found it out today... He waved at me the other day though....okay, so he waved to the girl behind me. but for a second there our eyes met! His friends call me many names such as stalker, and weirdo, creeper. But I am not. I just think his house is really pretty... and his mail is pretty fun to read. By the way, if you're reading this, your parents need to work on their credit score. Dear God, My name is Alissa Michelle Wallman and I am not a psycho.