What Do You Call This Story?

Hi. I'm Hannah. I'm in high school now. Now I'm telling you a story of my life. Then you will decide what you call this story.

I just moved to a new school. It's been a few weeks since I moved there. I just started making new friends. 

It was a Monday. I went to the gym class. I saw a boy sitting in a corner of the room. He was so cute. I went to him. I asked him, "Hi. Can I play badminton with you?" He looked at me. I got an electric shock. His blue eyes are as deep as an ocean. He said, "Of course." We played for a long time. Then I said to him, "Thank you for playing with me." I went to the girls' locker room. When I came from there, I saw he was still standing there. He only said, "You're welcome." I got my second electric shock. He was standing there only to tell me you're welcome? Is he crazy?

A few days later, I went to the gym class. I saw him again. Today he asked me, "Will you play badminton with me?" "Of course," I said. At the end of the class, I introduce myself to him. He just said "Oh" for all the answers. After the class, I thought, I need him as my friend. 

On Friday, at lunchtime, he came to me. He asked me, "Do you have any Instagram id?" I said, "Yes, I have." Then he downloaded Instagram over his phone.

On Sunday, we played truth or dare over the phone. It was my turn. I chose truth. He asked me who's my crush. I turned red. I wrote. "You." Then he wrote what many times. then he told me, "Hannah, you know I like you too." At night I told this to my cousin, Mira.

Mira, she's my cousin but she is also my best friend. I remember a story about her life. When she was in fifth grade and I was in seventh grade, a boy wrote a love letter to her. She tore the letter into pieces and threw it into the fire. The boy took a picture of her. After that happened, she couldn't go outside of the house. She and I have a lot of secrets.

On Tuesday, after school, I told Mira, "Nicky and his friend Franklin will go with us to the library." ( Nicky is the boy's name) She turned into a crazy person. "Do you know what you did? What will happen if Musa and Saad see them?" ( Musa is Mira's brother, Saad is my brother) "Nothing will happen. I will tell them that they won't tell Mom anything." "Are you sure?" "Hundred per cent sure." "Okay then." Nicky and Franklin were feeling uncomfortable by seeing us shouting at each other. I just wanted to see the reaction of Musa and Saad. We were afraid of Musa. If he says anything to Mom? Musa's reaction was like that, "What is it to say? I won't tell anyone." Saad's reaction was like, "Okay." And Mira's reaction was like, "Love story has begun." The love story will not be between us. 'Cause I am a Muslim and Nicky is a Christian. But I still like him. 

On the next day, at lunchtime, Nicky bought an ice cream for him. He asked me, "Do you want a bite?" "No, I don't," I said with gentleness.

That's my story so far.

What would you call this story, guys?