“Lo! You awake?” said the teacher, Mr. Bob. I froze and looked around. People were staring at me. “What? Oh, sorry, Mr. Bob.” I said, apologetically. He just sighed and said the question again. “What is the x of y?” “Sir.. There is no more x. Don’t ask me y.” I said, jokingly. The class laughed. Mr. Bob cracked a smile. I was feeling really weird right now, which wasn’t a good thing. Sometimes I get this weird feeling that makes me say really weird stuff. So I’m pretty reckless right now. Meep. Mr. Bob continued teaching his lesson about math. Who likes math? Math is just random numbers and equations. Math is my least favorite class. Besides Reading. In Reading, all we do is write. I mean, that’s for ELA. DUH.

Jordan walked over to the side of my hospital bed. “Jordan! I’m so sorry for being such a hippolytamus!” I whispered into his ear as I hugged him. He handed me a “Get Well.” card, a giant snickers bar, and a bear with a heart. Awwwww, he’s so sweet to me! #Relationshipgoals! Wait what? We’re not even dating, uhhh I feel love. What is this feeling? I never felt this, except for seventh grade. Shake my hand, ex’s and their fake “love” But holy snap dude, he gave me some of my faves!! He kissed me on the cheek and left a smile on my face. I went home that day and started to clean my room.