what falling in love feels like

the noisy classroom made me feel uneasy as i looked out of the window , uninterested by the lesson or the kids . a wind blew my face making the black streak s of my hair spread across my forehead .
,, Toto , your late again " i hear the teacher say as she stops writing on the black board .
,, sorry miss , there was a lot of traffic " i turn my head to the entrance of the classroom to see a beautiful boy with blossoming pink hair , blue eyes and flushed lips had entered . leaning on the door frame , a hand hanging tight on his backpack , he frowns .
,, you always have that excuse " she says frustrated . ,, very well , get back to your seat and don t be late again " she tells him , letting him pass .