Even though he tried to speak to her, Paul never had been so brave to stablish a conversation. He tried to force situations to be alone with her but Paul never succeeded.
That girl was not very tall, quite the opposite, she was short. Big and bulging blue eyes. She was blonde, curly hair, long. Pretty. On the other hand Paul was a normal boy, he never stranded out, he was one more in the society, but he had low self esteem.
One cold morning of November, Paul gathered his courage and started to walk towards. The girl looked at him slightly, he tried to speak but he couldn't. he stuttered and asked her for her name. She turned and continued talking to her friends. He replied. No reponse. He gave up, downhearted he disappeard.
At the end of the classes he walked home, sad, he didn't want to continue going to school any more, he didn't want to have to tolerate her slight looks, her friend's laughs, what happened that morning was sufficient. So he decided to finish it in the easy way. Pul opened the window of his bedroom. Tall enough he thought.