As I stare across the black pavement

to the other side of the basketball court,

I see him--Freddie. His beach blonde

hair scoped across his face with his

blue eyes staring at me past his freckles.

I walk closer as I tightly grasp the bouquet of dandelions,

straighten my yellow sundress,

and flatten my blonde hair against my face while

humming the tune to the wedding procession.

Smiling across the net,

“the priest” grasps our hands together

as he slowly slides the tattered string

held together by a knot

up my ring finger; announcing

us husband and wife

to the sea of Kindergarteners.

“You may now kiss the bride”

and that is exactly what he did,

right before we started sprinting

with our hands still clasped together.

We were escaping the capture

from the teachers trying to tear us apart

like Romeo and Juliet.

Sending us to our death;

the principal's office.