4~english class

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I look forward to Mrs. Martin's english class everyday. I have a feeling you can guess why; Alan.  At school, I spend my long days thinking of his lose curly hair and deep blue eyes.  English class is the time I really get to connect with Alan and that is all that matters.

I walk into Mrs. Martin's door with Alan by my side and we go to our table to sit down. Alan sits right in front of me at a four person table near the wall. Mrs Martin starts rambling and fussing at any kid who says a word out of their mouth. I daze off into a daydream looking into Alan's dark eyes. I hope it is not too obvious I am staring at him.

As I lean back in my blue, rolling chair turning my slow laptop on. I feel Alan's legs gently touch mine as I softly smile. I feel his hand slowly touch my thigh. I get butterflies all throughout my body.  As he raises his hand back up, he hits a metal piece under the table. This makes a loud noise and brings attention to our table. I shrug and act as if nothing even happened. We catch each other's eyes and start giggling.
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