Desk Notes ✧ S.M.

Day 1

"I'm Bored."

the big black words stood out boldly against the desks marble surface.

a person,

a boy I presume judging by the way they enhanced their letters wrote this into the desk the period before mine

or maybe it was before summer break

maybe he was gone

off too college already

in another country

or maybe he still lived here

in Pickering

and was just as bored as I was with this stupid science class.

all Ms. Johnson ever does is write notes on the board in her chicken scratch she considers handwriting and explains them so monotone.

god,

this class really sucks.

anyways.

this was definitely a boy.

I pulled out my pen and pressed it against the cool marble surface and began to write "Hi Bored, I'm More Bored or Boreder? anyways It's nice to meet you."

"Evelyn!"

My head shot up rather quickly and Ms. Johnson as well as everyone else in the class sat staring at me

well except for Ms. Johnson

she was definitely glaring at me

"What are you doing?"

"N-Nothing."

"Nothing?" She repeated "You don't have time to be doing nothing do you not see this." She smacked the marker against the board pointing to the thousands of little words she had written onto it "Get to taking your notes."

"Okay." I replied as I pulled out my note book my heart beat slowed down

Jesus Christ. 

I thought she was gonna bust me for writing on the desk.