A Story To Tell

Chapter 4

Here i am. The worst place to be on a monday morning. School is going to be starting in the next fifteen minutes and i still haven't gone to class. First one my list is math. One of my favorite subjects , but im not read to go in. The hallways are becoming empty because everyone has to go to class early.

Finally getting the courage to go into class i hear the bell ring telling me im late. Just great. I make it to my class and look through the window on the door to see everyone sitting and the teacher at her desk.

I hate it when this happens. I open the door quietly trying not to gain much attention to myself. Just my luck the teacher turns around. Wearing a black  pencil skirt and a white blouse with a pear of pumps.

"Why are you late?" she says to me looking at me up and down taking in my appearance ( not looking a bit happy about it).

"Umm ... Umm... I lost track of time and ... Umm ... Im sorry." i stutter out while everyone in the class has a good laugh at me.

"Don't ever be late to my class again or we will have some problems miss. Avah.  Do i have myself clear?" she says loud enough that the next class could hear.

"Yes ma'ma. " i say. After a moment of silence i ask " Where would you like me to sit?"

She looks at me and then the class " You can sit next to dylan. Dylan raise your had please."

All the way in the back i could see a hand raise. I start making my way back there to realize who she is making me sit by. Dylan wood. I've known him my whole life but we never talk because he is not my type. Everyone used to say he had a crush on me but i doubted it. Anyway i wouldn't date him. Out of ten he would have a six.

Today he wore baggy pants and t-shirt with normal everyday Crocs.  He gave me a smile while i sat down.

"Hey .. Its been a long time avah." he said to me while i try to listen to the teacher go over the rules.

"Hey .. Do you have any notes?" i ask trying to see if she has already gone over stuff.

He gives me a weird look. Then realized that i said something to him. "Sorry what did you say?"

"Umm never mind. I will ask later." i look up to the teacher writing stuff on the board.

I look back over to dylan and see that he is writing something down which i suppose are the notes she wrote on the board so i start to write to. He passes me a piece of paper that said.

Hey ! Maybe at lunch can i sit with you? By the way i like your shirt.

I look at him for a second after i read it and look at the note again. I wrote .

Maybe another day.

I pass it back to him and he reads it. He looks at me kind of sad. He shakes his head and crumbles the note.

Now it's time to get back to work.