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first day i saw him i..

Before you start reading, I'd recommend you listen to Cigarettes After Sex or any calm music.

Examples: [dream] by Salvia Palth]
Anything by Adrianne Lenker

Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex

Artists simular to them

It's the first day back to school. I'm dreading to go. I'd rather just lay in bed and cry, but I'm already late. School started at 8:40am. It's 10:33am.. I quickly get out of bed and call my mum to let her know that I accidentally overslept. She kinda didnt care, but oh well.

I put my uncomfortable uniform on. I already want to take it off. I grab my bag, which is full of radiohead pins and other bands I like and calmly go downstairs, brush my hair, drink water, brush my teeth, put my shoes on, and instantly leave. I never eat in the morning. As soon as it hits 10:55 a.m., I leave the house (my routine goes up in the 5's times table)

It's 11:48am. I have science with my favourite teacher. I love her. We have the same music taste!! Anyway. I apologise for being late and sitting down in my seat. Not knowing what is going on. Everyone is staring at me, and I already want to get out of here. Learning about biology! My favourite. I love learning about cells. I don't know why people find it so boring! You have so many diagrams you can draw out and label, and I love that.

[Time skip to lunch because nothing else really happens]

12:25pm
Science has ended, and I do 2 laps on the second floor and one lap on the bottom floor. As I enter onto the first floor, I get greeted by a completely new teacher. He's got a brown wolfcut, a beige tote bag, hazel eyes, and a grey suit. Gosh, he looks so pretty. I love his hair.. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. We walk the opposite direction. I look back, and he looks back multiple times

Now imagine this.

You're in a cosy, warm café on a really sunny but cold morning in France. You come into the cafe with a super cute autumn outfit while listening to Weird Fishes By Radiohead. You order yourself a warm tea, a croissant, and some good breakfast. The café is lit with warm colours. Vines on the ceiling, sunset lamp, cute bookshelf, lava lamps, posters that match the vibe, comfortable brown cloud chairs, and a hung up mirror. The door slightly opens, and you hear a quiet bell ring. You see a guy also wearing an autumn themed outfit. He looks like the new teacher at your school but just in a different outfit. He's wearing a brown jumper with orange leaves on it, black jeans, a brown coat, and the same beige tote bag, but this time, he's also wearing headphones. He sits on the sofa that's in front of the bookshelf. At this point, you are contemplating if you should ask him what song he's listening to, but he pulls out a book called Radio Silence by Alice osman, so now you can't go.

He just gives that vibe... and that's how I came up with the nickname Medieval French King. All I could imagine was just him talking to me. I hope I find his name out soon, though. I can't just use French Medieval King all the time!!

It's now English. Lunch just ended. I really don't want to go, but I'll survive since my friend is sitting next to me!

Edgar Allen Poe is what we are looking at right now. The tell-tale heart! It's kind of interesting but a little bit repetitive, but it's fine, I guess.

I entered the class, and I got hit with an instant cold breeze. This room is always cold, and this isn't just my English class, but it's also my tutor! So I'm used to the breeze, I guess.
I sit down calmly. I take my "ass master" ruler out, my black pen, and my metallic green pen (the ruler is called ass master because I scribbled the words CL off the ruler)
I take my red book out of my purple folder and start to do the do now task that is on the PowerPoint slide. As I'm writing the date and title, I hear someone come into the classroom. It was him. Medieval French King. NOT ONLY IN MY ENGLISH CLASSROOM BUT ALSO MY TUTOR!?!?
I look over at my friend and instantly start freaking out. I can't believe he just walked into an english class.. he walked in so swiftly. I love it. I take a moment to calm down before I end up panicking. I look back to see where he's sitting. Turns out he's sitting at the REAL back, but that's fine. At least I get to sit in the same room as him for an hour and 10 minutes. Woah, I could talk about him all day without getting bored. The English teacher asked me a question

"Why did the narrator kill the old man?"

I answered with

"The narrator killed the old man because he didn't like his vulture like eye."

Shockingly, I got the answer correct..
That's unusual!! I turn around to see Medieval French King smiling at me. I was shocked.. I can't believe that just happened and that's when I realised. The first day I saw him i-

(888 words epic!! I strangly love this)