I was in middle school, and we used to have lunch tickets that you would purchase and trade in for a meal of choice. Well, I was in my home class, and I glanced to the ground to the left of the desk and I see a lunch ticket there.

Now, this is the equivalent of finding a twenty dollar bill on the ground to a kid my age. So, I secretly picked it up and slid it into my pocket. Never to tell a soul...

After some time, the teacher had stood in front of the class and had announced that a fellow student had misplaced their lunch ticket. No ticket, you'll be stuck with nothing but an apple juice and an apple for lunch. A terrible fate.

I knew that beloved ticket that I had found was longing to make its way back to their master's hands. I was left with a battle with my morality.

Free lunch, or not?

Do the right thing, or no?

This was a defining moment in my life. This is some grown up stuff!

The student was out searching the locker out in the commons, and during this time, I knew what I had to do. So, I held the ticket in my hand and acted out that I had leaned over to the ground to pick it up. Oh, I had simply stumbled upon then and there. It was flawless.

I had told the teacher that I found it, and she praised me for turning it in and for doing the right thing, though I didn't when first stumbling upon it.

I ran out to the commons to give the lunch ticket back, and the student was very happy with me returning it.

So, to let you in on something, this student happened to be a girl, and she was the best friend to the girl that I had a crush on. Did this effect my reasoning as to turn in? Perhaps my crush will find out of my noble deed and may dance with me at the Friday Night Activity Night. This may actually work.

What I hadn't planned, was that this noble deed had more an effect on the girl I gave the ticket to. She fell in love with me. She asked me to dance at the Friday Night Activity Night.

I couldn't say no. I didn't want to be a jerk. What do I do?

So, I danced with her. And I spent time with her. We went roller blading during a school activity thing and we went around and around the rink holding hands in front of all the other students. We would have to wipe our hands of the sweat every lap. What do you expect of six graders in love?

After that, I knew it had to end. It went on for way longer than it should have. So, at the end of school on day at her locker, I approached her, and I simply told her that it had to end. This was in front of the girl that I liked.

We never really got together other than one dance in eighth grade. I had asked her out that same year after school one day, and she had said yes. I went home feeling as if I was on top of the world. This was the girl that I had liked since 3rd grade.

The next day, she changed her mind. In the locker room before P.E. that day, I had overheard that she made out with the guy talking about it. I hated that guy. I silently acknowledged it, and went on about my day.