I followed Grace into the lecture hall, nervous about my first day in nursing school. Mother and Father were delighted when they discovered I was accepted into St. John's Nursing Academy, and urged me to go. I didn't want to let them down, but college was going to be extremely tedious.
Grace and I sat at a table near the middle of the room, not wanting to get asked a question by the professor, a scrawny lady at the front of the lecture hall. I swallowed.
"The three texts you have been given are as followed:" she began to the class. I hastily took out a course book and began to annotate.
A familiar flash of tousled blonde hair caught my attention, and I looked to the desk two rows to my left. My eyes widened – there he was, the familiar face of the boy I met seven years ago.
I couldn't pull my eyes away, and I knew I was hallucinating, but it was so real. His vivid emerald eyes darted across the page as he read. The same boyish complexion was etched on his face.
He caught my eye and smiled mischievously, dazing me with those green eyes. I blushed and returned to the book in front of me, obscuring my face with my long brown curls.
Grace realized something was wrong with my behavior, and mouthed, what's wrong?
"Nothing," I muttered, and returned to the different blood types. The class slowly droned on for the next two hours, and when the professor finally dismissed us, I was undoubtedly relieved, glad to escape those hypnotizing eyes.
