Fairytale world

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        "Good morning, class." Miss Clara greeted; the English teacher, dressed in a slight clingy gown, low black heels and a pair of recommended glasses.

          "Good morning, Mrs Clara." The class replied.

           "Without wasting anymore time, please open your textbooks to page thirty eight." She instructed, as everyone flipped their textbooks open.

        She cleared her throat, "Dora, please stand and read out the passage there, I need everyone to concentrate on the passage." She said and shot the class a stern.

           Dora stood and began reading the passage,

           Rebecca gazed blankly at her textbook, as her fingers subconsciously played with the tip of her long hair. It was obvious that she wasn't conscious of her surrounding anymore. A finger poked her arm secretly to avoid Miss Clara wrath, she looked up and went eye contact with Max adjacent her, his brown eyes smiling at her. She looked at her side, Tom, who was the poker, stretched his hand to her desk and dumped a folded piece of paper on her desk. She glanced at Deborah who was fully concentrated on the passage being read. With a slight frown, she opened the paper to read its contents ;

           You look like you're in a different universe , Miss Clara might notice, or do you mind telling me what you're thinking about so I can  join you, and get in trouble with you if you get caught?
                                                  Love, Max.

        Rebecca heart melted and heat crept to her face making her go full ripe tomato. She folded the paper and looked up at Max who winked at her and focused back on his textbook. She glanced back at Tom, who was checking out his jaw in a small mirror lowered in his hands to avoid Miss Clara narrow eyes, and rolled her eyes.

           James tried his possible best to concentrate on the passage, but he couldn't, the thoughts of Deborah kept interrupting, he didn't know if he was falling in love or only in a state of infatuation. They attended the same middle school, and he only admired her then, didn't think of asking her to homecoming and all, but now he suddenly want to know her more, wants to create a world of memories with her, wants to hold her hands and merge with her, wants to kiss her forehead and get a glimpse of the imaginative world she creates by reading. He wants to dance away his worries with her and embrace the feeling of possibilities with her in his world.
         He managed to look back at her because she sat two seats behind him. Her brows were furrowed, as she was concentrating on the passage, he kept looking at her, hoping to look into her eyes and hoping Miss Clara didn't notice him.
    After few seconds, like a miracle, she looked up, directly into his eyes and quickly focused back on her book, the little act caused him to chuckle, as he faced his book also suddenly feeling calm and at ease.

        And after what felt like forever  Dora was done reading,
               "Thank you, Dora. Tom, can you please stand up and give a detailed summary of the passage Dora just read?" Miss Clara ordered politely.
       With an audible fake groan that drew the attention of the class, Tom stood, holding onto his stomach with a grimace of pain.

       "Is anything the problem Tom?" Miss Clara asked, with a look of worry.

           "I have ulcer, I've been trying to hold onto the pain since but-" His face twisted into that of agony.
               Rebecca crossed her arms and shook her head, Deborah rose a brow, Zoe rolled her eyes...Tom was lying.

            "Do you want to go to the nurse? Have you eaten?" Miss Clara asked, with a look of sympathy.

             "I'll be-" Another sharp fake groan. "I'll be fine." He said. "I don't want to miss your class." He added weakly.
   Max shook his head, trying not to burst out into laughter.