Screenwriting Jake.

8:27 A.M. Still groggy from the past night's late playtime. I sit in silence as I watch the clock tick away to 8:30. Gina speaks to me about her week's doings. I make funny faces at her. People walk in slowly. Almost TOO slowly. "Goodmorning" to fellow classmates.

And there he is. He walks through the door. Always captivates me. I wonder about this boy named Jake. He has tattoos on his arms of tribal symbols. And one on his shoulder that I can never seem to get a full peek of. He reminds me of Matthew Broderick- but only oh so very slightly. He wears glasses that fit his face perfectly. He wears t-shirts that make me giggle for they always have awkward wordings on them. He has a high hairline- but I don't care much. It's not that obvious. He has the perfect nose, fits wonderfully to his face.

He seems like a serious character- or so I thought. Once he gets talking, the ghettoness and humor just suddenly bursts. He makes me laugh. Although he does not know so. I feel that our levels of personality are at exactly the same level. It is for sure that he is a bit older, possibly four years, no more. Everytime I read my script he comments on it with a pound to his heart and a peace sign that follows. That means "deep" in class. :) Our little thing.

He smiles oh so nicely. I'm a sucker for those. He writes scripts of relationships and they sound so fun. As if he took them from real life. Hmm, possibly. He writes in dialogue I can relate to. Dialogue that makes me smile and giggle. His lingo is around my perimeter with words such as "jerk" and "bitch" after everything. I can't say I like him. Nor do I have a crush on him. I just find him interesting, very very interesting........this guy I call Screenwriting Jake.