It is first day fall and English class is about to begin. Like always, I am the last person to stroll in and I sit in my usual seat, the chair neighboring the door. The teacher welcomes me with his normal, accented hello as I sit down and he starts discussing about correct MLA format. My mind begins to get distracted and my thoughts take over, causing me to dose off. I start to gaze at the other students in my class and I realize it is strange to think I spend every Monday and Wednesday with them, yet the only thing I know about these people around me is how they look and act every day.
There is this girl who sits in the front of the class room. Her hair is blonde and it is curled as usual. She always dresses nice, no matter what her mood
There is this girl who sits in the front of the class room. Her hair is blonde and it is curled as usual. She always dresses nice, no matter what her mood