My Best Friend, Dylan

Mr Owens, I'm Not Feeling So Good

It's my first day of being a sophomore and I'm already barley hanging on in my second class.

The only thing that could keep me from falling asleep was that I would see Dylan in the first time in ages again.

I magically time skip out of second class and to third class. Dylan was in this class. Once I had walked in, he was seated next to some blonde girl.

Right. It's a smack in the face that Dylan is hetero.. I mean, not that I care but I just hope he won't forget about me. Don't you.. forget about me, Dylan Ryder~

Anyways, I sat stalker close near Dylan but he didn't notice me.

The class hasn't started yet but Dylan and Blondie are giggling like little kids. It made me feel envy.. I'm not sure why. I guess I wanted to talk to Dylan but he's talking up a storm with beach babe.

Once class had started, I felt just like I felt in second class; slothful. Seriously, if I were a teacher, I'd at least try to make class more upbeat and not bring the world back to April 11, 1954.