March 7th 6:37am
I wake up, and find myself waiting for something. I'm nervous, almost queasy, and not ready for what is coming. But I have the memory of a goldfish, so it could be anything. By anything, I mean ANYTHING.
Same routine, get up, DON'T get dressed, stuff my face with super sugary (And that certainly ISN'T a problem) breakfast cereals, tiptoe past my mums room, so as not to wake her up, because doing so, is suicide.
When I get to my room to put on my uniform, Oh, by the way, I go to Marie Frank School For Girls, it hits me. Honestly, I probably look like a dead fish with mouth hanging open like that. Oh, sorry, back on track. He's there. Not in my room silly, walking outside my window, down the path.
Now that I'm not shrieking with embarrassment, like a certain other time, I actually get a good look at him. And I do mean good. He has blonde hair with greeny eyes, and, Wait a second, hold up. HE'S LOOKING THIS WAY!!!!!
Like the super calm, hot babe I am, I seductively wave, and twist a lock of perfect blonde hair around my perfectly manicured finger.
Ha. Lol.
Nope, I lunge forward to shut the curtains, trip on a chair, and go face first into the window. Shit.
I get up. He is laughing so hard he's almost vibrating.
Hmph.
Boys.
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9:30am
At School
A thought just struck me.
WHAT IF HE WALKS THAT WAY EVERY DAY?!?!?!
