Perfect moment or Regret

Chapter One

I usually start off Monday mornings very tired but for some reason today was quite relaxing. I woke up at 7:05 this morning, showered, got ready for school and left the house. It took me about ten minutes to get to the bus station and about five more to get to school. When i finally got there, Kay-Marie my best friend, was waiting for me at our usual spot; about 1 ft away from the pavement (which is where the guys play soccer), right next to the blue bin.
She approaches me seeing that I arrived and suddenly starts talking without a greeting. She usually does this but Im used to it so I allow it.
''Did you hear about Mrs. Starling? Turns out that she's fired for slapping Miss Litrer.''
Miss Litrer is our principal that everyone hates including me. Mrs. Starling is my tubby, little, art teacher who is about as sweet as a peach but you do not want to get on her wrong side. Mrs. Starling hated Miss Litrer with a passion ever she came into the class one day and made her cry by yelling at her for not sending down the attendance. She also told her that her dress makes her look like a baby whale. That comment even offended me. Ever scince then, I hated Miss Litrer too and only spoke of that event as 'THE INCIDENT'.
''She's better off without this job. If it was me, I would have slapped her on the day of ''THE INCIDENT''. Put her in her place you know?''
''Yea I know what you mean''. She chuckled which made me laugh too. Before we can even begin to continue our conversation, the demonic siren of death which summoned kids into the firey pits of hell rings. Or should i say the bell for school rings which means that we go into the building now. We fought through a thick crowd of teachers and students, trying not to be separated and failing in the process.
I finally got to the third floor, which is where my homeroom class is, walked towards my locker and opened it. The crowd was not as thick as before but still too close for my liking. I got my things for the first three periods. Science, French then Gym. I memorized my schedule by now so I got prepared quite fast. I closed my locker and started walking to class then stopped. I stopped because through the density of the crowd, about 12 ft away from me, I saw Wes Elshaye. I barely started to continue walking. With each step my heartbeat grew faster and faster. Say hi. I thought to myself about 10 ft away now. Say hi. I thought again 5 ft away from regret or a perfect moment. SAY HI. Time moved slower with every step. He looked at me. I looked at him. Oh my gosh his eyes. JUST SAY HI. One foot away now. SAY IT. About 30 seconds away. This. Is. It. Hope or regret all depends on this. SAY IT! Goodbye life. Hello embarrassment. I open my mouth slowly. Time is so slow now that it might as well be non- existent. THIS. IS. IT.
''Hi''. That was not my voice. It was a quiet voice. It was barely even a mumble. It was a shy voice. It was his voice. Wes talked to me. Wow. Oh my goodness. Say hi back stupid, I Think. Im so mean to myself.
''Um. Hi.'' I said with a little wave. I was blushing so hard as we walked away from each other. Perfect moment. Not regret. Time was a thing again and I quickly rushed to my class with a perfect moment. Not regret.