Personal Narrative: Xavier Kohler
As I walked into my Spanish class that Thursday morning, I noticed someone new; someone who has never been in that class at this time of day; someone who has been at Midwest High School for a decade; someone I have been in love with since I moved to West County almost three years ago. Before me, stood the popular and well-known Xavier Kohler.
Midwest High had partially outdoor halls, so I could see the white flakes of snow around the crown of Xavier’s light brown hair. He glanced my way, and I noticed his beautiful emerald green eyes glistening off of the classroom light. As he smiled at me with his pearly white teeth, his left eye twinkled like a midnight star, and my heart melted.
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Outside of school, he was a competitive cheerleader, and the best one around our county. He had records in all four of the sports he was in. He is every teacher’s favorite student, because of his excellent academic profile. He was an excellent artist to say the least. He painted murals throughout the school with the help of our art teacher.
Every guy wanted to be him, and every girl, including myself, wanted to date him. It was like Xavier was dreamt of then brought to life. I have never seen such a beautiful human in my seventeen years of living.
I looked down at my brown leather boots and heard an angelic voice from across the room calling my name. I glanced up and seen Xavier staring at me ever so slightly. He was trying not to make it noticeable that he was looking at me, but I could definitely tell what he was trying to do. He walked over towards me for the first time since I have known him and I noticed that he was much taller than me. I am five feet seven inches tall, and he was easily a head taller than me. His chapped lips parted, and out of his mouth came that angelic voice once again. “Emma, will you do me the honor of being my date to the Prom?”
My heart stopped, and suddenly I could not breathe. I was not sure what I had heard was what was actually said. The last thing I remember, I was on the ground, blacked
Midwest High had partially outdoor halls, so I could see the white flakes of snow around the crown of Xavier’s light brown hair. He glanced my way, and I noticed his beautiful emerald green eyes glistening off of the classroom light. As he smiled at me with his pearly white teeth, his left eye twinkled like a midnight star, and my heart melted.
Today, he is wearing a light blue polo. His dark khaki pants …show more content…
Outside of school, he was a competitive cheerleader, and the best one around our county. He had records in all four of the sports he was in. He is every teacher’s favorite student, because of his excellent academic profile. He was an excellent artist to say the least. He painted murals throughout the school with the help of our art teacher.
Every guy wanted to be him, and every girl, including myself, wanted to date him. It was like Xavier was dreamt of then brought to life. I have never seen such a beautiful human in my seventeen years of living.
I looked down at my brown leather boots and heard an angelic voice from across the room calling my name. I glanced up and seen Xavier staring at me ever so slightly. He was trying not to make it noticeable that he was looking at me, but I could definitely tell what he was trying to do. He walked over towards me for the first time since I have known him and I noticed that he was much taller than me. I am five feet seven inches tall, and he was easily a head taller than me. His chapped lips parted, and out of his mouth came that angelic voice once again. “Emma, will you do me the honor of being my date to the Prom?”
My heart stopped, and suddenly I could not breathe. I was not sure what I had heard was what was actually said. The last thing I remember, I was on the ground, blacked