I walk up to him, trying to look like I totally belong in this dark room with computers and stools.
"Hi, I'm Falishica. The teacher told me to sit between you guys." I say, trying not to disturb their conversation. They're really nice, and make a spot for me between them. We talk until Mrs. Abdella walks in.
During class, we start passing notes, being next to the window so enough light comes through so we can see, and the classroom dark so we don't get caught.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Over There
RandomHere's a short story of how I met my best friend. We don't talk so much anymore. But I love him like a brother.
