Today was a day I felt like I had been planning for ages. I would confess to my heavenly blessed angel. I'd spent a lot of time getting to know her. She sat next to me in biology class, and we often made eye contact several times during a week. One day we were paired up to work on a project. I don't remember talking much, but I remember that she smiled at me once. I knew then we were soulmates.

It was a sunny day and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I'd memorized her route to school, and was hiding behind a shrub. She strode past me, the wind making petals dance in her flowing hair. It was perfect. I calmly put my arms around her from behind.

"EEEHHHH? MAJIII!? WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE TWIGS?" the words burst out of her with barely contained laughter, "IS A SKELETON GROPING ME?" she turned around, effortlessly freeing herself and smirked.

My face was red and already stained with tears. I could only stand there shaking, in complete shock.

She crossed her arms, and asked, "do you even lift?"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Her only answer was to cackle and walk away.

Confused and in tears, I stumbled around aimlessly. I started running without direction, down streets and alleys. I bumped into something. It was a man. No, there were a few of them. I recognized them - a gang of delinquents known as the Big Boss Curlers. They wore sleeveless leather jackets (actually the entire sides were cut out to show off their obliques) and had "BBC" tattooed down the sides of their faces.

"Get a load of this guy! lmaonobiceps!" They started kicking me. It wasn't that bad until they began picking me up and curling me into a wall.

I didn't care. My life was over. Just as I began to lose consciousness, I heard a series of loud crashes. Slumped against a wall and in pain, I found the strength to focus my vision after a few moments. A dashing figure of a girl stood there. Her well muscled legs stood out, one of her feet resting atop the battered and contorted forms of the delinquents. Her eyes seemed to pierce into my soul.

In a rough, quiet voice, she casually uttered, "meet me in the gym after school if you want to learn about functional strength."