It was Halloween, so instead of doing work in class, my teacher decided to have us make up a story with each person saying one sentence. It started with “There was once a witch.” Then, since I was the witch in our school’s play, the next person said, “And her name was Anna.” I thought, “Oh, whatevs,” and moved on. After a while, however, a boy in the class said, “And then she met a boy named Charlie.” My crush—um, Charlie—was in that class and everyone started laughing, even the teacher. My friends said I turned bright red and my crush just put his head down on his desk. We’re still just friends, but everyone in my class knows we like each other.