As I get into class, I'm sent curious gazes from everyone. I was out for an awfully long while, and feel myself become crimson remembering the kiss.
The bell rings signaling the end of class, I head down the hall to my English class. I walk in and slump into my seat. In this class I sit on the back right coming into the class room.
I try to focus on everything that my teacher is saying, but I'm left in my thoughts about the kiss. It was so unusual and of course not normal. Though why me ? I'm quiet. I try to stay out of everyone's way. And now I keep feeling like I'm being watched. And this feeling is making me anxious and I kind of like it I feel safe but nervous. I look around and don't see anyone looking my way.
I decide to just focus on English already having missed almost all of the lesson. Might as well pick up on any little detail I can get. It's not like I could just ask the teacher after class...
I hear the bell ring and let out an annoyed sigh and head to the library for my free period.
I glance from one shelf to another for an interesting book I haven't already read. Typically when I walk in our librarian has came up with a stack of books for the week for me. Though he seems to be missing. I frown to myself, though carry on.
YOU ARE READING
Is she really? A mute!
RandomMercury, has lost much hope in her life. Dealing with her home issues has become a burden and a pressure in her heart. And at school. Who will know how she feels. Especially when she is so good at acting. But she doesn't feel like talking to people...
