Dear Amelia,
You sat next to me in the next class, and the next. We didn't talk but sometimes you would smile at me.
I hoped even if you may not 'like-like' me like I 'like-like' you, maybe you could still like me. As friends.
At the end of school I went to my locker.
"Emmett, wait up!" You yelled. I looked over to see you sprinting towards me. Boyfriend no where in sight.
Once you reached me you were heaving breaths from the sudden exercise, trying to catch your breath. I chuckled and grabbed some books from my locker.
"We... Have... Detention."
"How long were you running?" I asked you
"I came from my music lesson"
The music room?!? That's on the other end of the school, you must have ran like a madman to get here. I looked at you with a dazed expression and you smiled weakly.
"Shall we?" I ask motioning to the detention room on the other side of the hall.
"We shall" you said to me, linking our arms and all but dragging me to the detention room.
We entered and surveyed the room. It was smaller than most classrooms with nothing decorating the plain white walls. Lines of desks lay in front of us with a large teacher's desk at the other end of the room. The entire room was empty, we must have been early. We both sighed in relief and laughed at each other.
10 minutes later and there was still no one, not even a teacher.
"Do you think we're in the wrong room?" You asked hesitantly. I shook my head
"There's only one detention room in the school"
"Do you think anyone is even coming?" I ask.
You grin
YOU ARE READING
Dear Amelia
Roman d'amourDear Amelia, When my parents gave me a typewriter for my birthday I wasn't surprised. Turn out when you flunk English and both your parents are English professors it tends to ruffle a few feathers. My parents have never been ones for ceremony, they...
