Lynzi-
I decided that this morning would be better to drive in silence and think than to turn the radio on causing me to be bombarded with problems and annoyance of the rest of the world. Today was going to be a good day. Today was going to be a good day. I chanted that phrase to myself over and over again. Silly me thinking that I could actually mentally form a good day for myself. But nonetheless I was willing to give it a shot and hope that my positive mentally attitude would be enough for me to enjoy my school day. I found an available parking spot at the front of the school by the double doors and was surprised that no one had taken it already. Maybe my luck was changing. I pondered the fact that maybe having a positive attitude could change things and blew a razz berry at how strange that sounded. I got out of my car to find my friends standing under the cold oak tree with semi-winter jackets on. Before I could even say hi I was hugged and greeted as if they hadn't seen me in years. I felt awkward but comfortable at the same time because I didn't understand what the fuss was about since they saw me yesterday. My strange, lovely friends! We chatted until the bell rang; then Elizabeth and I practically twirled and giggled the whole way to English. We took our seats as the final bell rang and Mrs. Hastings was already at the dry-erase board writing our notes for the new section of Shakespeare. I pulled out a piece of paper from my notebook and sifted through my purse for a pencil. I was digging through it for a good 2 minutes before someone held out a pencil about 3 inches from my eyes. I grabbed the pencil and refocused my gaze to see Channing giving me an innocent smirk. I replied quickly with 'thanks' and turned to my notes. Channing slid into his seat and rested his chin in his hand as he practically drifted off to sleep from boredom. I heard a soft snore next to me so I ripped my gaze from the board to see his eyes shut and his head slightly drooping down. His expression was so peaceful but at the same time so irritating. I can't stand people who don't have to pay attention in class but yet get perfect grades. I have always had to work hard and keep organized in school to get my 3.95 GPA and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let him sleep through this whole period and get an A on the final. I shook my head and grasped my pencil with my left hand to have free access of my right. I gradually leaned over towards his side of the table and raised my right hand to position it perfectly to flick his nose.
"What are you doing?" His eyes never opened nor could he hear me. I stopped breathing and whipped my hand back to my pencil and began writing again. I could feel his gaze on me now that I had made myself look like an idiot. Mrs. Hastings at this point had actually turned towards our class and began to talk to us. I looked at Channing from the corner of my eye and drastically looked away as I noticed he was still staring at me. I sat up straight like I hadn't done anything and tried to play it cool. But in my mood of being aggravated that he didn't have to pay attention and embarrassment of actually trying to hide the fact that I was up to something made me seem like an even bigger idiot. I sighed in defeat and shamefully looked at him. His head was now being propped up by a fist as a fascinated smile played on his lips.
"Do I have to ask you again what you were doing?" His smile seemed to grow as he waited for my childish response. I sighed once again, embarrassed as to what I had to tell him.
"I was going to flick your nose because I thought you were sleeping and not paying attention and I really hate when people never have to pay attention but always seem to do well. That just irritates me and I thought that since I work hard and pay attention that you should at least be awake for class, even if you're not going to listen." I glared at the floor like a 4 year old who got caught stealing candy and had to tell his parents what he did. I glanced up after my confession to see him trying to hold in a laugh. He shook it off with a smile and gazed at me with a thoughtful expression.
"Well I'll try not to get on your bad side so I'll pay attention, but personally I've learned this information about Shakespeare almost 300 times now. That is why I'm taking forty winks." His body never shifted to the front of the room after he had said he would pay attention. I glanced back his direction to see him still eyeing me with curiosity. I titled my head to the side to wonder why he was still looking at me. It made me feel uncomfortable after awhile but I kept my cool and ignored him best I could. "You know you're fairly interesting to watch." My head swung around to face him, now knowing that he was only a couple inches from my face. He looked at me with a cute, admiring smile. His accusation made me blush, which was very difficult to hide since I was facing him and my mouth was gaping open from the comment. I quickly shut my mouth trying to say thank you or something along those lines but got interrupted by Mrs. Hastings loudly clearing her throat.
