my first crush

I can still think of myself being the giddy school girl who realized that maybe boys did have cooties anymore, and they could actually be kind of cute. It mustve been around the age that girls were "supposed" to start having crushes because my mom was constantly asking me if i liked anyone at school. she asked me day in and day out on the way to check the mail, like a ritual. and i never spoke up to tell her i actually did like someone. i decided one day though, that it was finally time to tell her. i almost felt kind of guilty hiding it from her for several months. Have you ever heard the expression that moms know everything? i swear my mom did. so my plan was set. i was going to wait until the next day as we were walking and i would wait for her to bring it up. the next day came around and as we were walking to the mailboxes, the nervousness i remember feeling was almost taking over. my mom opened her mouth and as she did the words
"How was your day at school Honey?"
"My day was good."
those were the only words i could utter out because i was so shocked that she didnt ask about boys.

"Well did you learn anything interesting at school today?" she asked.

I answered my mother
"no"

she kept talking but i zoned out. i thought that if i couldnt work up the courage to tell my mother, then i would never be able to work up the courage to tell my crush, alex. i waited for a few minutes but never ended up asking me that day. i didnt know why she didnt ask. i began to have the feeling that she knew and she just wanted me to speak up. i never told my mom that day. the next day at school, this was all still fresh on my mind, and like always my favorite part of the day is when we had class together so we could hang out. he was the tallest boy in our whole grade, and linky. he had dirty blonde hair and long bony fingers. he had a long face and green eyes. he was definitely cute. he was awesome at basketball and his basketball shoes always matched his outfit.