I felt so bad. Slowly you came near my desk, knowing I was right behind you. You stood right by my desk. I sat down, my body feeling like it was on fire. You turned around, and I avoided looking at you and accidentally touching you, so I sat there acing the other way. You went past me and suddenly stopped, you hands on the table. I knew you were waiting. I sat there, fake laughing out of nowhere. You were not even a foot away. After ten seconds, you went to your desk. I rested my elbows on my legs and made the most frustrated face for not saying anything. I noticed you turned around and looked back at me, seeing how frustrated I was. You turned back and went to your desk, keeping your head down until the period was over. I quickly left class. I went in line with my classmates, and you stood out of your class. I saw you turn around and stare at me laughing with Pierce telling him my story. I regret not saying anything. Again.
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Blind as They See
Non-FictionThe sequel to my previous journal 'They Can't See It'.