The spiritual love from working.

Aiden Grasswood age 17 District 12
I was staring at the chalk board. My foot was taping. I kept looking back at the clock. I would listen except this conversation about how panem came to be was said too much ,and honestly I have better things to do. As I look at the clock again. One of my years girls catches my eye and flirts a bit flipping her hair ,and everything. I smirk at her even though I was not looking at her. Every one would love for me to just give them a smile like I just did ,but the truth is I am only interested in one girl. Some say she does not exists ,but I know. She is one of the prettiest girls I have ever set eyes on.

Her name is Iris is what I heard from her father my boss. She does not even know I exist. This never stops me from looking through her window after work. I sigh when ever her father does not have a job for me that day. It means 2 things. I will have to go hungry due to not enough money ,and that I will have to settle to looking at her for only a few seconds before going to another usual merchant for work. Those few seconds are so small but they are worth it to see Iris's beautiful face ,and her body it is so pretty.

Finally the bell rings. All of the girls get up and hook with my arms. They promise that they will bring me to the merchants place with out back tracking. I smile this is nice having ladies swoon of me. I love it. They talk about how cute my muscles are and I must admit they are right. When I get to the merchant book store I tell them that I will meet them somewhere where I know I will not remember. Sure they will be mad ,but the next day they will forgive me when they see my muscles again.

I smile at the merchants son as I start unloading the truck containing books. Once in awhile I rub my forehead away from sweat. I hope Iris is watching me. Perhaps she will realize how hot I am. There was this one box that was a little bigger than usual. I nodded towards the merchants son. The deal was if the box was huge that I would just put it in the pile myself with out getting his son hurt. I plopped it on the pile. Then we continued to unload the books.