Is it me or is it me, what's his problem? I mean all i do is sit in class and maybe look off to the side just to catch a glimpse of Breanna the girl I've had a crush since 7th grade.
Who i think doesn't even know i exist, in her perfect universe. Enough about her, back to Mr.Hampton who keeps looking my way just to see if I'm paying in his boring world history class, I'm not the only one who thinks the subject he teaches will useless in the future to come.
" Mr.Lang-ford whats when did the Trojan war start?" he knew i wasn't paying attention and neither was half of the student body present at the time but of course he picks me out of the thirty two.
" Um... was it before the roman empire was defeated?" I got that wrong! i know i did. " i said in a really quite voice.
"Mr.Lang-ford were you not paying attention?. Whats the point of asking, you never do" All i can hear is the class chuckling. No worries i don't care what they say or laugh at.
I look over to my side and try to look at Breanna but she's looking at her nails. Gosh she's so pretty. As i look at her i see her look up. Oh no she saw me! I look away almost immediately after she made eye contact with me. I can feel the blood rushing to my face and my heart starts to beat faster and faster. I want to look again to see if shes starring at me but i can't bring myself do it.
" O k class we left off at the begging of the Trojan war, so I'll see tomorrow"
Yes i can finally leave this bogus class.
Calob my best friend and i call him the armadillo because of his hunched back, We use to get tons of laughs from the the nick name we gave him but that was before.....
"Henry please stay after class, i need a word with you"
RING RING that's the loud bell for you at Haroldson high school. " yes Mr.Hampton" i respond in a quite and manner, after the whole class is gone.
" I've been meaning to have a little chat with you" he says in a way I've never herd him talk before "Yes?" i say. " Well i just wanted to say that im sorry" He says.
Please don't say what i think your about to say, please I'm begging you don't.. " I know it must be very difficult for you to loose your sister that way" he says in a very sorrowful way. I cant find the right words to say to him. "me to" i tell him in a cold manner.
"You may leave, and if you need something dont forget to ask please"
I didn't want to think about it but someone had to bring it up sooner or later. i feel like there's a knot in my throat and find myself with teares running down my eyes.
I pass the restrooms to my left i decide to stop and blow my nose.
As i go in there i see the toilets and it remind me instantaneously of Britney my sister who committed suicide last week... i honestly dont like to talk about it.
