Later that day, Maria found herself in history, staring disappointedly at Michael's empty seat. Again he had chosen to skip school, no big surprise there. That was about the only thing she could count on him to do! Everything else was just so…complicated. Michael didn't even know much about himself, but what he did know he wasn't very open to sharing with anyone. Especially not her. When had things started to go wrong? And then for some strange reason, the song from earlier that morning popped into her head.
Don't you know how much it hurts?
When we don't talk
When we don't touch
When it doesn't feel like we're even in love
It matters to me
When I don't know what to say
Don't know what to do
Don't know if it really even matters to you
How can I make you see?
It matters to me
Once again irony had decided to give her a swift kick in the ass. Michael, Michael, what am I going to do about you? If she could just get him out of her head, then maybe she could-"Huh?"
"Miss DeLuca, I believe I just asked you how the Elizabethan era got its name, would you care to answer or do you have something more important to do?"
Maybe it was the song or the teacher asking if she had something else to do, but whatever it was, it caused Maria to stand up out of her chair. She threw her books into her bag and proceeded to run out the door. She mumbled an apology towards the teacher, "family emergency-just came up-can't stay", and as she left the school she could still hear her teacher's angry shouts following her. She sprinted until she was off school grounds, then she and her thirty-pound backpack collapsed into an exhausted heap on the sidewalk.
Don't you know how much it hurts?
When we don't talk
When we don't touch
When it doesn't feel like we're even in love
It matters to me
When I don't know what to say
Don't know what to do
Don't know if it really even matters to you
How can I make you see?
It matters to me
Once again irony had decided to give her a swift kick in the ass. Michael, Michael, what am I going to do about you? If she could just get him out of her head, then maybe she could-"Huh?"
"Miss DeLuca, I believe I just asked you how the Elizabethan era got its name, would you care to answer or do you have something more important to do?"
Maybe it was the song or the teacher asking if she had something else to do, but whatever it was, it caused Maria to stand up out of her chair. She threw her books into her bag and proceeded to run out the door. She mumbled an apology towards the teacher, "family emergency-just came up-can't stay", and as she left the school she could still hear her teacher's angry shouts following her. She sprinted until she was off school grounds, then she and her thirty-pound backpack collapsed into an exhausted heap on the sidewalk.