I have never been this scared my entire 17 years of existence, i searched in every room i could find but nothing, i couldn't find her and my class starts in like 2 minutes, so i rushed to my history class, here we go again.
" Morning sir "
Mr. Crawford is probably the most boring teacher i've ever encountered in my life, all he does is read and read and not a single person would pay attention to him. well, except for that one girl who would sit on the first row all the time drooling all over her shirt. I usually sit on the last row because who would want to sit on the front row if all you'll ever do for the next forty five minutes is sleep.
I opened my bag and took the black notebook that this anonymous girl own. But just thinking about the way she was a few minutes ago, the way she bites her fingers, and constantly shakes her left leg that would make her desk shake a little bit. The way she would try to comb her hair with her fingers once in awhile. if you ask me, i could definitely say she was one of a kind, she wasn't the prettiest girl in school. but god, she was breathtaking. I could see the pain in her hazel brown eyes. To me, she was such a beautiful art.
" if you're reading this, thank you but it's too late "
