And because of you guys being so good to my story, I got so giddy and just dished stuff to my sister. And I don't know if this is a good thing, but my mom started to read some of the reviews-DON'T WORRY. JUST SOME OF THE REVIEWS-and got surprisingly supportive of me. Lol. You guys rock.
BPOV
I've been sitting here in English class, waiting for the class to start, ever since Edward escorted me here. We've been ribbing at each other the whole way, testing how riled up both of us can get. Like, when we reached this room I asked for my bag. He gave my bag to me, trying not to laugh, obviously remembering why he has my bag in the first place. Of course, the blush appeared, making it harder for him to control his laughter. He smirked at me and kissed my temple. I glared at him in return.
I feel comfortable with him. It's like, second nature to us, most especially to me. Sigh.
Eventually, Ms. Goff started and droned on about Romeo and Juliet. I can't bring myself to listen 'cause first of all, I've read it and watched the movies, even the cheesy '90s version of Leonardo Di Caprio's.
Ten minutes before the end of the class, she announced home work for us. Sigh. "Class, I want you all to reflect yourselves into Romeo and Juliet's situation. Write your own situation where you think is the same as Romeo and Juliet's. The situation should be REAL. And then explain how it all connects. Remember, only the students who have given a really connected situation will receive A's. I expect it to be passed on Friday." She ended. Another sigh.
Make the homework or skip it? Hmm...
There's only one thing I'm sure.
I miss Edward.
Aw. I miss Edward, too. :3