the last year of your life

the Spanish new dude

After that surprising morning in the auditorium, I found out that we have almost the same schedule of classes with the new guy except for Literature and History. Which is sort of good, since maybe we could be friends and he would teach me about y'know Physics and French. I know, I assume too much but from my actions that morning, I could pretty much guess what his first impression of me is. But nevermind that, there is more time for that later. Right now? I really need to get to a comfort room before lunchtime. Before Luke and I would eat and talk together at a table. Abby needs to know this ASAP! She can tell me what I shuld and shouldn't say to Luke that might make it awkward for the both of us. I need her knowledge and expertise right now. And right now Abby is in her Journalism class. My schedule says I got at least 15 minutes before I have to head to Physics. And in that spare time we usually use it to eat together but today is an emergency!

I headed to the door of her Journalism class before she could get out. I leaned my head at the side of her door and watched the other people pass by. As Deianira and her cronies passed I turned around to face the wall. I don't want to ruin a beautiful morning with their squashed-in faces, not right now, no.

I heard their footsteps fading away from the corrider. *Sigh* One tragedy averted. Now, maybe her class is already done. As sudents were filing out of the room. I craned my neck to try and find Abby. I saw a shock of her red hair a few paces ahead. I ran to catch up with her and found her nearing her locker. I tapped her on the back and hopped from foot to foot to contain my excitement. She swung around and saw her face. This is certainly not her! I mean she's red from her head to her toes! What happened during that class?

I took her arm and grabbed her to the nearest comfort room.  I slammed the door and locked the door.