I saw him standing beside the locker- glancing at his exceptional PSAT score,
The glimmer of pride in his eyes gleamed galore.
He carresed his golden bronze hair gently,
Which was enough to raise a million heartbeats instantly.
He looked up from his papers in a whip, only to flaunt his emerald green eyes;
Which were like the forest's leaves with specks of sunlight blazing through.
His deep and enigmatic eyes hid a hint of pain,
Where one could get lost if stared long enough without restraint.
Hardvard would trade all their elite students for this chap,
For he was an academic beast in the entire Santa Rosa map.
I would trade everything to switch lives with him,
For who wouldn't want to be whip-smart and wallow in extravagant luxury in South California?
The blaring sound of bell ringing brought my back to my senses,
And I realised he caught me staring at him like a fox in a chicken coop.

Oh my stars and garters!
What cheesy excuse was I to come up with?
I swiftly turned around after giving an edgy smile,
And didn't mind being known as an imbecile.
I hastened my way through the corridor like an overgrown puppy,
Dodging my way through a clan of boisterous lads.

Wondering why she sprinted out like a scalded cat,
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed to class.
There she was- the only Indian girl in the Valley,
With simple yet charming chestnut brown eyes.
I couldn't help but go gaga over the hand-knitted sweater her granny had gifted her;
It might not have been from Gucci, but isn't family what no money can buy?
My eyes brimmed like a fizz oozing out of a soda drink,
For the last time I had dinner with my family was when my dad had missed his fight to the Grammys' a couple of years ago.
I would trade everything to switch lives with her,
For who wouldn't want to be deluged with a family's incomparable love in this bustling world?