It was just as any other day I woke up got ready and headed to school. Of course I stopped by my best friend's Andrew's house we walk to school together every day. I stopped at his house knocked on his door and his mom answered "Hello Mrs. Lincon." I said as she answered the door "Hello Logan." She replied with a friendly smile as usual. "Andrew should be done any minute why don't you come in and wait for him?" I stepped into the house and sat down on the sofa it was taking him longer then usual so I decided to go upstairs and tell him to hurry up. I climbed up the stairs and went to his room and knocked on the door. "Hey Andrew hurry up we're going to be late for school." I could hear him sigh "Yeah yeah whatever give me a minute." I waited by his door for awhile til it finally opened "You're so impatient." I laughed "yeah yeah let's go we only have twenty minutes." We went down stairs and said goodbye to his mom then went off to school. We talked til we got to school then the bell rang and we went off to first period witch was art. As we entered the room the art teacher Mrs. Maxine greeted the class "Hello class how are you all this morning I hope you are all up to some abstract painting." The class didn't seem very amused but it could've been the fact that everyone was tired and falling asleep. We worked on our paintings til the bell signaling for second period rang. Andrew started walking with me and started talking "Abstract isn't as fun as you'd think it's just throwing paint on a canvas." He's always been very bored with art I don't know why he chose that as a elective but whatever we talked until we had to part ways I had science and he had history. I took my seat in Mr. Harper's class bored out of my mind we are learning about biology and to be honest I could care less on how the human body works. I sat in there til it was third period and went off to Spanish. Mrs. Norman as usual greeted everyone at the door. "Buenos dias señor Logan." "Buenos dias" I replied I took my seat in the back as usual and couldn't wait for lunch. I was in my own world until I was interrupted by my teacher asking me how to conjugate ir verbs and I just gave a quick half fast question then the bell rang signalling fourth period I went down the hall to Mr.Perez class. Mr.Perez was probably my favorite teacher since he was only 25 he wasn't as strict as the other teachers. As I sat down we started learning about world war two. Class seemed to be going slower than usual but the bell finally rang telling me it was time for math. I took a seat in the back then Andrew sat next to me (we have 1, 5, and 6 period together.) The teacher began to speak but it seemed that Andrew wasn't paying much attention it looked like he was day dreaming. A thought came to me but I forced it out of my head and tried to ignore it. I tried to focus on the assignment that was given but all I could think about was that one thought I tried so hard to get rid of. The bell rang and me and Andrew walked to sixth period with each other. I stared at him and then asked "What were you thinking of in math?" He just looked at me then replied with "Oh! I was just thinking of how boring math is." He smiled then looked back at the floor. I decided to change the subject "What do you think we'll be doing in English?" Andrew's mood changed "Oh you know reports an stuff like usual." We entered the class and took our seats. "Hello class today you will open up to page 504 and read the story then write an essay on it." Everyone was groaning well almost everyone...Andrew loves English and you could see the excitement on his face it made me think of before in math about the thought I had but I just ignored it and turned to page 504. About an hour later I finished and the bell rang signaling that it was time for lunch. Andrew and I walked together and sat under the tree we usually sat at. We pulled out our lunch and started eating I pulled my phone out of my pocket and put some music on Slipknot came on and we enjoyed our lunch. I couldn't stop thinking about that feeling I had though. No matter how hard I tried or how strongly I tried to ignore it I couldn't forget that feeling.
