Churpar_Mi_Polla
I looked around. Students were flooding the hallway, everywhere I looked, a new face came in my view.
I came face to face with Ciara, who looks almost as groggy as I do. It's a sweet ol' Monday morning, the best. Note the sarcasm.
But why did God choose for me to be to school today? Out of all days, it's the worst, by far.
And you want to know why?
Because the guy that I've liked since the third grade, just knocked all of my books out of my arms, and out on the floor.