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In my class, we change the seating charts every second week.
It's the beginning of the tenth year and we were going to be seated on new desks. Our desks are a bit different though since they were put together four and four (some of the desks had to be put together six or three), making it a bigger looking desk, made for work.
I'll show you. This is a short map over our classroom (sorry for the ugliness):
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Anyway, it was kinda funny because who would have thought I'd be sitting with Johannes of all people! He's gotten more handsome over the summer vacation. His jaw is sharper and he has grown. He's taller than me, which was cool. He used to be shorter than me.
Unfortunately, Johannes chose to seat himself the farthest away from me when I sat myself down on my seat. Fred (your friend, remember?) sat beside me and a girl named Nina was in front of me. Nina is really smart and I think she'll grow up to become the prime minister of Norway.
It was sucky, of course, that he chose to seat farthest away from me, but who was I to care? I don't have any feelings for him anymore. He's with Bianca, anyway.
I think he was being a bit racist, though?
I think it was bantering at first, but he got more aggressive. After the Big crush I'd harbored over him, insulting him didn't feel the same, so my insults weren't as fierce as his'. Fred and Nina were sitting and watching quietly as Johannes kept attacking me.
"Why don't you change seats? Or better yet, change classes. No, wait, change schools. You know what? Move out of the country. I don't want you here."
It was humiliating because firstly, Johannes is white. Secondly, so is Nina and Fred. Thirdly, I am not.
I don't know why I've ever seen something in him. He used to be so beautiful in my eyes before. Now he's just . . . not. Not like before. I used to glamorize him.
You're kind of like him, too. Except more straightforward. Harsher. I think I glamorize you, too.
I still like you.
My vacation had been pretty dull overall, but I stalked you a bit on social medias and you seemed to have fun.
Yours truly.
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