Just Another Day

Chem Class

I was beginning to wonder if Emma had this effect on all guys or if it was just me. The next morning I couldn’t get to chem. class quick enough. Emma walked in ten minutes later with her hair pulled back into a low pony tail with a ribbon. It was almost like she was mocking Mrs. Bingham. She sat down next to me, my non-substitutable or swappable lab partner. I could never imagine substituting or swapping Emma for another partner. I hoped she felt the same way. “I see you remembered to tie your hair back.” I said, half laughing. “Yes I did.” She smiled. “Your hair looks nice today.” I told her. “Thank you James.” She said to me and began to work on our newest lab assignment.
Three broken beakers and two hours later we had successfully completed the experiment and lab papers. Mrs. Bingham came around to our table and looked impressed. She passed by without saying a word. Emma and I hi fived when she was over critiquing some other kid’s experiment. This little ritual of chem. class went on for months. After I finished my detentions I’d go over to her house and we would study. Her mom would make dinner and ask the both of us how our days went. It was the same old answer every day.