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The weekend goes by and I'm back at school. I make my way for the first class of the day and see him in his seat while I take mine next to him.
We don't say anything or look at each other but he notices me come in.
The teachers late. Bored, I open my notebook but then I get this urge to open and close it again.
I look around to see others busy, so I do it. six times.
Once I finish I open the last page and continue doing the pen artwork I was working on earlier.
It's just little triangles in lines. Ting. Organized. pretty.
I here four taps and turn to see him holding his pen as he looked up and payed attention to the lesson.
A small smile makes it way to my lips. Maybe it's because we do the same thing or that he finds it amusing that I'm also just like him.
But it's calming.
I subconsciously tap my pen back six times and his lips curl up while his eyes don't move.
I turn back and face forward. Tapping my feet next and he follows. He taps his nails and I do the same. I click my pen and he does to.
We do this until the teacher enters and we focus on her.
Once the class is over, I make my way to my locker while I texting my mom to ask if her day is going good and if she's okay.
I make my way to my second class and then third. When it's time for lunch ,I can't help but frown. Mom hasn't replied yet.
What if she not doing well?
What if she needs help?
What if something happens to her?
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Historia Corta[COMPLETE] After breathing six times, I turn to him. I place my hand on his shoulder and tap six times. He immediately turns around with hard eyes. "What do you want?" He ask forcefully. "What's wrong?" I plead. He's not like this. He helped me a...
