He'll Never Know

Please Don't Talk To Me

It was a hot September day; way too hot to practice marching outside.

We were lined up in rows of four. Adam, also a trumpet player, was about six inches from where he was supposed to be. "Hey, scoot back some," I told him nicely as he moved beside of me.

James was one row and to the right in front of me. "YEAH, Hannah knows what she's talking about!" He said, and gave me a thumbs up.

I stared blankly back at him for a good 5 seconds. He put both arms on his hips and yelled, "WHY do you always give me that look when I try to talk to you!? Do you TALK?" I nodded slightly. "HI!" He screamed and waved like an idiot.

I started to just ignore his presence, but I knew I had to do something or he'd go kung fu on me, so I waved back. "That's better," he replied with a grin and turned back around to face the front.

I leaned over to my friend, Dave, who was standing next to me and whispered in his ear, "If that kid talks to me one more time, I'm moving."

At that moment, I still had no interest what so ever in him. Little did I know, that was soon to be history.