Head Over Heels

So this is a mini- short story
that I had to write for Creative Writing.
We have to creative a scenario
regarding a dead metaphor.
Dead metaphors are cliches.
Ex. slept like a baby, beauty is only skin deep, etc.

Head Over Heels

It was my first day of school.
A new fresh start.
"Im going to get all As and there is nothing to distract me"
I walked to my first class all excited and ready to learn.
New classes, new teachers, new friends.
But then,
I saw him.
He was walking to class
All cool and nonchalant.
Uh oh, Why now!?
This is going to ruin my whole academic year.
No! Dont think about boys.
Theyre stupid.
I shouldnt waste my time on them.
I mean whats so great about them?
Whats so great about him?
Besides the fact that hes super cute, very funny, totally smart.
Or that he is just perfect in every way.
Ugh! Snap out of it!
You cant afford distractions.
But he is just too perfect sigh
No. This isnt a crush.
I dont like him.
I refuse to.
Im just going to be friendly.
Oh! Here he comes. "Hey..."
I couldnt speak.
My throat shutted tight.
My heart started to pound like it is going to jump out my chest.
No No No!
This cannot be a crush.
It just cant be!
He walks right past me.
Getting farther and farther away.
Right to his girlfriend...
I just felt like he clawed open my heart and and stepped all over it with cleats.
The feeling was overcoming me!
I didnt know what to do.
I ran in the opposite direction and tripped and tumbled down the stairs.
I couldnt see anything, I was like a little kid rolling down a grass hill.
All disoriented.
Head over heels.
Ugh! What is happening to me!?
How can I be so overcomed that I didnt see a flight of stairs
I dont like him!