NEVER SAY NEVER

Chaper 7

My mom woke me nervously. She nudged me, and ran around the house. I sat down hot-hard, and yawned. I checked my phone. I was typing in a password, and my eyes immediately fired at the upper right corner. My eyes widened at the screen. I had fifteen minutes to start teaching. What was in the robot, and my mom was late. Briskly though tired I jumped out of bed and started putting on my jeans. I'm not fat. Watch it! I grabbed the first t-shirt that was anyway flattened, and pushed my phone into my back pocket, and ran out of the room. I flew beside my mother to the bathroom. I watched as I did with time. Ten minutes. Phew. Okay. As soon as I saw my look in the mirror, I was terrified. I quickly combed my hair, washed my face with water so that I didn't look like a scarecrow in the field. And I put on my makeup. There was no time left for the eyeliner. I rushed out of the bathroom and threw my bag on my back. And I went - so I flew to the ground floor. Mom was just getting tea in a thermos. In this escape? Well, nothing. I went into the kitchen.
"Hi, will you drive me?" I asked Mom, hypnotizing the clock on the wall. If only they stopped! Whatever. Mom closed the thermos, and turned to me.
"I'm late, so ..." she wanted to add something, but I ran on the phone, and I was already dialing a local taxi number. Mum looked away from me and threw the ham at the corner. Soft, so I don't understand why they didn't hurry. She's always like that. Sometimes I wanted to be as positive as her. I am positively tuned, but if I miss everything that can be missed one morning, I'm not too optimistic.
My phone vibrates.
"Yes, hello? Please take a cab to Domensc twenty-three, and then to Meric High School.
"All right, so ... fifteen minutes he'll be there," a matter-of-fact answer from a bored woman at the far end of the line. I froze in putting on my shoes.
"Oh, nothing, thanks." Without thinking, I almost rolled the door, greeted my mother quickly, and sprinted to school. However, I regret that I chose a sprint. After about thirty meters, I breathe fresh air.
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I came exactly twelve minutes after ringing. I slammed the cabinet, and I was walking down the stairs by two. I ran through an endlessly long corridor, and stood outside the door of English. Inhale Exhale. Phew. It's just a stupid delay, for God's sake! I knocked on the door and opened it. I walked in and sat down. The English professor Mares, as if nothing had happened, continued his interpretation.
"Why are you late?" Dominica whispered to me. My fellow anglin. Mares turned, and gave me a sharp look.
"I would be interested, Bočová. Why are you late, huh? "I inhaled, but he continued.
"Besides," he looks at his watch, "fourteen minutes? Do you even know that late arrivals are being recorded? "He glared at me.
"Prepare things, leave a free space in the workbook. You will continue with us. Write down the notes afterwards. Agreed? "I nod.
"And I'm still good at you," he said accusingly. He turned back to the board, and began writing. I turned to Dominica, but she made notes of fire.
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After an lesson I went to see if I looked like a wreck that had been abandoned by a former night after a passionate night, and did not last all night. I opened it and hit someone.
"Oh, you ..." When she found out it was me, she smiled.
"Hey! How do you do? "she checked her nails and pointed her head at the lid. She came in front of the mirror, adjusting her apricot lipstick. She told me about the first lesson. I looked at myself in the mirror. Okay, I'm fine. I borrowed an eye line from Petra, and painted a fine layer of eyelashes.
"Do you want to paint your eyebrows, too?" asked Petra. I nodded, rubbing the soft layer on both eyebrows again. And I was in better shape right now. We went to economics. I have it with Petra. Fortunately.
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After an lesson, I was with Petra in the hallway, arguing about the thing with Eric.
"Okay, fine. But I still think you should tell him. From you...,"
"Not really. I've told him at least a million times. Besides, you can frighten a person," I interrupted. She looked at me and crossed her arms over her breasts. She knocked with one foot.
"You mean me what ?!" aggressively, and offensively grins. I laugh.
"Well, for example this." He laughs, too.
Victor passed us around. As if we were air. He walked to a girl, and told her from a distance. He laughed along with the girl who was getting up.
"I told you! Don't put yourself together with guys who are famous and known as the Moravian-Pannonian legend. They talk to everyone or everyone. Ema! "I shook her shoulder. He laughs until it's red.
"The Mozambique Harry Potter, oracle Jolanda with TV8, is nothing between us, witch," I replied with a fit of laughter. I watched as Victor and hay five had hay five.
"But you'd like it," she said.  I looked at her. I wanted to protest but ... I asked myself. Would I like that? Yes, I admit. I don't have twelve. The pet smiled at me. She smiled back. She hugged me.
"You want," she whispered in my ear as she hugged. I said nothing, I just smiled in my mind. I want to. And how much!
I saw Barca, and Ada. They ran to me. We hugged each other.
"In love," said Petra. I stared at her. At that moment she started laugh. Barca, he and Ada looked at me surprisingly. They giggled and started singing serenade.
"Hello, I'm not in love with you," I said. We all laughed. And this started the topic of who it is. I told them about Victor. They listened with interest.
Rang. I had history with Eric. Rather, he had history with me, let me be accurate. He sat on the bench behind me, which was rather unpleasant. I couldn't concentrate. Shit, but why am I still thinking of him?! I closed my eyes, inhaled, and paid full attention to history. The historian was our classroom. Her name is Lighten. But we called her Jealous. What do I tell you, just young teenagers. She gave us some forms. I put it in a book.
"So in two weeks our high school Meric organizes a year-end trip, or camp. And don't worry. You will be divided," she smiled.
"There will be girls in one part of the building, boys in the other. The teachers will be on the lower floor of the first part of the building. In this part we will meet together during the day. We'll be there a week. For more information, see the content of the text printed on the form." What sentences? Hmm. Then she continued the interpretation. I looked unobtrusively back. Eric looked away suddenly, looking at the blackboard, and then into the notebook. He looked at me. I turned quickly. Again?!