I constantly checked the clock. 2:14, 2:17, 2:20. Class is over. I grabbed my things and ran to the door. My next class was math and since I'm a prodigy, I'm in a 11th grade curriculum.
"Umph" I bumped into someone knocking the books out of my hands.
"Oh my bad" the bad boy whispered walking away.
I gathered my books and ran hoping I wasn't late.
After running all the way there I made it into the classroom right as the bell rang.
"Nice to have you in class early Miss Peters" Mr. Harp said watching me go to my seat. The class laughed at his comment.
"All right that's enough," he held his hand up, "turn to page 285, let's begin."
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My mind was consumed of hatred for this "bad boy". I mean seriously he didn't even help me, not one apology. Ugh.
When I saw him again I promised myself I would tell him off.
I looked around the halls hoping I would find a certain bad boy. No luck.
Well at least I know I'll see him tomorrow on the way to math.
The rest of the day I tried my best to keep him out of mind as I did my homework.
When I finished my homework I went outside to read by my favorite tree. It was an old oak tree. It brought me so many good memories.
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