Part one:It was 2nd period I was in German . I sat at the back of the classroom a few spaces away from Brad Simpson. I couldn't help but stare at him the whole lesson . Until the teacher asked me in her loud , French voice "Ophelia, what is 'my favourite subject' in German?" . I quickly turned all the pages in my book and said " Umm.. is it ' mein lieblingsfach ist'?" . " Well done , Ophelia.". I saw Brad smile at me, I smiled back at him. He was so beautiful , but I'll never get a chance with him. It was 5 minutes until the bell for break was about to go. Everyone was packing their stuff away . " You coming up to tutor at break?" Brad asked me. His voice sounding calm and soft. " Yeah I am , are you?" I replied picking my bag up . " Yeah I might go on the football pitch for a bit but I'll be up there."Brad said as his fingers went through his brown, curly hair.
