Up the stairs, through the long corridor, and come last into the classroom. Easy?. No, you just had to come late.
It was not appreciated by the English teacher at all.
Sit one hour straight and daydream about the secret boyfriend, that not even your best friend in the whole wide world knows of.
Feel how the day flows by like all the other boring days.
And just like that, before you even know it, you only have two more lessons left.
Then you are standing outside the history lesson before class starts, you see four girls in you class that you do not like and vice versa, step into the corridor. With them, a beautiful young man walks.
He looks maybe a year or two older than yourself.
The quartets looking at the boy longingly, as you hear them ask him why he wanted to know where they would have their next lesson, and if they could help him with something special and the only answer they get is an un-attentive hand gesture.
You look at him the same way he looks at you and you both smile simultaneously.
The people around you look back and forth with a look of confusion.
Suddenly he is standing right in front of you with a tooth-showing smile that you find irresistible.
He says in an almost audible voice that he missed you.
You look him in the eyes, and then you look at your classmates surrounding you. Some still looks confused, others are not even looking you way and some looks at you with a look that only can be translated as jealousy.
You do not let any of that bother you as you whisper the word back to him, and he rewards you with a kiss.
If it all wasn't only a fantasy.
Not the best story, I know, but this is my very first. Oh and the story was originally swedeish. I tried my best to translate it.