Secret Thoughts.

Chapter 5- Paige.

My second and third period went by quickly and I am sitting in my last period class, art. My most favourite subject of all, but all I could think about is him. I had not seen him since first period, and I went to go get him for second period, and he wasn't even there. Nor was he in third, which I am in with him. I wonder if he skipped or something. I've got a bone to pick with him. He may be 'Mr. Tough guy' but he can't just leave school when he feels like it.  I'm in deep thought when my art teacher Mr. Swanson taps me on the shoulder and I jump and fall out of my chair, and fall on the floor. Ouch. People started laughing.

"Quiet!!!! Everyone!!!!" he shouted. "Paige, you okay?"

I nod.

"Yeah, my arm hurts though" I say, holding it.

Well, that was embarrassing, which seems to be the thing I'm best at lately.

"You get that checked out!" he demands, like a father figure.

I walk out of the classroom and into a white door with a nurse icon on it, right next to the office. Nurse Lindsay is a nice woman; she is always so gentle with people. She reminds me of my mom sometimes. Considering my mom, is a nurse aswell. She walks over to me with a warm smile.

"Welcome Paige! Now what happened?" she asked. 

Well, for starters, I was thinking of a stupid, arrogant, self-loving twirp.

"I fell out of my chair, and hurt my arm," I say. "No biggie"

She took my arm and pressed lightly on parts of it.

"OUCH!" I yell.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Well, you have a sprained arm. I'm gonna get you a thin cast. Wear it a few days on and off, don't hurt your arm in anyway, and get lots of rest and it should recover" Nurse Lindsay explains to me.

She smiles at me and I smile back.

"Thanks for the help, linlin" I say as she puts the cast on my arm.

"Anytime, it's my job" she replies.

By the time, I get out of the nursing room, the bell rings indicating that school is over. Everyone is piling out of the classrooms. I walk up to the second floor and walk to my locker and open my lock and bend down to pick up my bag. I wonder what Juan is doing...