I walk into the classroom, the classroom is a mess, people are throwing things at each other. the gossipers gossip, the gamers play games, the people who do poorly in
studies are scribbling their homework . The usual. I look at my friends. The usual. Nothing has changed. But something inside me has changed, my heart feel like it is
getting faster by the second. As he walks into the classroom, i felt butterflies in my stomach. Then the butterflies stopped. Then anger started to come up to my pure
girls starts to twirl their hair, saying in petite voice that i never imagined, and walking together to class whispering and laughing. To me, I feel like that is too
young for our age. The class starts. This period, we will be in groups that the teacher gives us. In my mind a warm breeze blows as the teacher calls my name and his.
But that breeze died when i heard the third name. We sat in groups,the other person sitting tightly next to him, and showing off
her chat with him last night. The other person laughs very girly, then he blushes. In my mind, I imagine me stomping out of the classroom, but in reality, i am sitting
right here doing all the work while they laugh. My mind transfers me from the horrible reality. My mind shuffles through the things i did in the past... then my heart
drops. The memory of him and I , it felt like a sweet memory just blowing right in my face, not too strong, not too weak.