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Chapter 1

 One day a young man had a crush on a young woman. His name was Tim, her name was Samantha. It was a cold snowy morning, and the man had a thought in his head. This thought was will I or will I not ask Samantha to the high school dance?

​            As he stepped onto the icy pavement of the parking lot, he knew the answer. Yes, today I’ll ask Samantha whether or not she rejects me. The dance is tomorrow. And as he stepped twice another thought emerged, I’ll go to that dance whether or not I have a dance partner. He pumped his right fist with indignation and walked his way into the high school after he spoke to his mom on his cell phone. He told her about the girl he had a dream about and likes, and that her name is Samantha.

Tim thought, I’ll never know if Samantha likes me unless I ask her to the dance, then she’ll know that I like her as well.

He was eighteen years old and a senior in a public high school. However, he recollects his days in fifth grade when he used to be the smartest student in his class, but in high school he wasn’t.

Tim said encouraging himself, “If you start low, don't worry, all of the greats started low.”

Tim had a younger sister and a mom and dad. He was a well-educated man, and the starting quarterback for his football team. He hoped to earn a scholarship to attend the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. It was his dream to learn more about himself and to have a career one day. His educational future looked uncertain, but he was a great football player.

As Tim walked through the crowds of students—even some late teachers, he made his way down the cerulean-blue halls to his locker. He put his coat and hat away, grabbed his notebook, a pen, and a textbook. He looked into his mirror, seeing his black crew cut with a handsome Caucasian face. ​

“Room 108,” Tim said, “that's where my stop is.”​

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