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Great, just make sure to focus on the subject-verb agreement as well as punctuation.
As I sat down at the seventh-grade lunch table, I noticed someone I hadn't seen before. He was tall, blonde, with a square jaw, and had large noise-canceling headphones on that I thought he would get in trouble for, but he was never questioned by the teachers who monitored the tables. I noticed a school ID that sat in front of him that seemed to have his picture on it and the name "Nathan, sixth grade." I was a shy girl in seventh grade, therefore I didn't say a word to him that day. The next day, he was in the seat where I usually sit, but due to my shyness, I sat in another seat right across from him. I wondered why a sixth-grader was sitting at the seventh-grade table. I heard Nathan tap on the plastic tray of food sitting on the table before him. I looked up, expecting him to be doing his own thing, but he was smiling at me. He must have been trying to get my attention. "Want to trade seats?" he asked. "Someone sat in my seat, so I sat in yours." I’m sorry." I was surprised by what he was saying to me. No one at school had ever been this nice to me before.
"Sure!" I shouted excitedly.
"Shh! "Not so loud." He told me in a hushed voice, which I could barely hear over the shouting of the middle schoolers in the lunchroom.
"Why do I have to be quiet?" I asked, expecting him to give me an answer, but he didn't say a thing. I grabbed our food and walked around the table to where he was sitting. He sat up and walked to where I was sitting. We finished our food without speaking to each other for the rest of the lunch period. I went to English class, as it was my next period. I wondered why he wore those headphones. I wondered why he didn’t answer my question. I wondered why I had to be quiet even though he was wearing those headphones. I thought to myself that I could ask him tomorrow. As lunch started the next day, I ran down the hall to the lunchroom, somewhat excited to see him, but he wasn’t there. I looked around the lunchroom, but I couldn't find him. "Amelia, what are you looking for?" said one of the girls in my homeroom.
"Remember Nathan? "The sixth-grade boy with the headphones who sat over here?" I asked her, hoping she would know where he was, even though I knew deep down she wouldn't.
"Yeah, I remember him." "I don't know where he went, though." She explained. just as I thought. She wouldn't know where he was.
As I got older, I grew out of my shell. I became outgoing and extroverted. I dated the jocks and became friends with the cheerleaders, and I thought it couldn't get any better until I remembered Nathan. Where was that boy I sat with at the lunch table for only two days? The boy I waited for to visit my table for the rest of seventh grade? Where was that boy who was my first crush? Yes, I recognized that it may have been fast. I may not have seen him much, but I always heard the boys from his homeroom talking about the funny, sweet, and amazing things he would do. Everybody thought he was weird, but I didn’t. I just missed him. I soon began volunteering at a daycare, and many of the older kids there wore headphones. I asked the workers, and they explained to me that several autistic people wear headphones due to noise sensitivity.
I wondered if Nathan had autism. I guess I would never know. I later had a rough breakup with a jock I had dated, and I found it hard to get out of bed in the morning. I finally decided to take a break from school for a few days to concentrate on getting myself back on track. On my third and last day of staying at home, I heard a knock on the door. I fixed my clothes and hair while walking to my front door. I opened the door and immediately started tearing up. Standing before me was a tall, blonde boy with a square jaw and large noise-canceling headphones, holding flowers and sitting in my lawn chair. He asked me something that made me cry tears of joy. "Want to trade seats?"