this place has become empty, how is that possible when at the same time it's filled with students? am i going mad? maybe.
i'm staring blankly at pasty white walls and a messy white board, scribbled with barely legible words.
"dodie, would you care to pay attention please love?" i jolt up at the sound of my name, "y-yes mrs. wendy"
i feel so horrible about daydreaming in my literature teacher, mrs. wendy's class. she's a sweet old lady with kind blue eyes and fluffy grey hair.
i usually love literature but recently, i can't seem to focus on anything no matter how hard I try. it's silly but this wednesday i-
"ring!" the school bell sounded, derailing my train of thought.
"class dismissed! do remember to finish analysing pages 56 to 58 on your own over the weekend so we can have a class discussion when you come back on monday"
everyone gets up from their seats and proceed out the classroom, i follow but get pulled aside by mrs. wendy.
"dodie, is everything alright dear? you've been so dazed in class for the past few days, has something happened?" she asks me worriedly.
i shake my head, as lovely as mrs. wendy is, the moment she hears my story she'll surely resent me. just like how everyone in my family will–
"well, okay then. take care of yourself"
i nod my head briefly and scurry out of class and bump right into–
her.
