The rest of the day was a blur with her on my mind, (what a surprise).
In all of my lessons, all I could think about was her. Did she really look at me? What did it mean? Did it mean anything at all? My mind filled with thoughts of her, day dreaming clouding my vision.
"Ashley?... ASHLEY!" I looked up to see a very angry teacher looking at me, a stern look on her face and her arms crossed, Impatiently waiting for my response. Fuck. What was it that she said?
Desperately, I looked around the class, seeing if I'd get any clues from anyone; unfortunately, I was met with a sea of faces mostly just looking sorry with a few that had smug smirks plastered all over them, obviously enjoying watching me suffer. Great. On my own again.
With regret and a lost expression, I turned back to face the teacher, I knew what was coming next and I really didn't need it. "Right. Stay here after class, you can join detention today."
I sighed and slumped down in the chair, hearing the muffled sounds of giggles and whispers behind me. I hardly ever got detention; in fact, the last time I had detention was when I was 7. I thought the class guinea pig might have felt bored not being able to go outside so I drew flowers on him... the teacher didn't share my point of view......
I sat in class, chasing daydreams until the bell went- sending me crashing back to earth.
I guessed I'd better text my mum and tell her I'm not going to be home for a while.
I'm gonna be in such deep shit...
