Its been a while since I shared a lil piece of my book, here u guys go: My thirst urges me to stop in the opaque crowded hallway for some water. As I pull my hair back to lean forward to take a drink out of the rustic drinking fountain, the thought of what my science teacher Mr. Lombardo taught us the day before...creeps up into my head as Im leaning forward looking at the fountain with disgust, slimy, slithery microscopic bacteria making its way down my throat, into my stomach and making it their new comfortable home, yuck!!! Suddenly Im not so thirsty. Thirty seconds left before the final bell rings. I run to my homeroom, I hate being late to class! I cant stand all the eyes on me as I walk in. I quickly make myself comfortable in one of the old chipped desks in the back of the room. I feel less crowded and besides this way I draw less attention to myself. As I sit there staring at the big grey speaker in the front of the room waiting for the school announcements, with my pen in my hand tapping it end to end on the desk...seems like the wait is eternal. I slowly drift myself into doodle mode in my notebook. As I look up again...out of the corner of my eye, there he is behind the little glass window of my homeroom door trying to catch my attention, I smile at the thought that he even knows where my homeroom is. Im flustered with coolness. Hes waving his hands at me making signs with his fingers to go to him. I cover mouth with embarrassment..that hes there smiling wide waiting for me. I look around to see if my other classmates notice his desperate sign display. Butterfly flutters, ears and palms start to warm and sweat as anxiety burns throughout my body....should I go? Or should I not go? Automatic pros and cons rush through my brain and without anymore thought I... ~Gilma Lara
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 05:27:01 +0000
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