Once a year, our school held a symposium on environmental awareness as per governmental requirement. Today I had to attend said symposium along with my eight hundred something fellow companions. That morning, it felt as if a thousand weights have collapsed onto my chest, and I woke up, gasping for air.
It took me fifteen minutes to convince my mom I was sick, and it took her ten to convince me I wasn't, all in all, me being twenty minutes or so late for school.
I bolted into the gym and saw at least ten faces stare down at me. I blushed and a tingling sensation rose in my fingertips. The golden girl of our school, late and causing a scene.
My eyes fly up to the back end of the bleachers, where I and my friends would always sit, and I see that any seat ajar to them has been filled up with someone else. I walk up the stairs nearest to me, and you catch my eye.
"Liv!" You smile so purely I want to smile back, but something in me stirs when my nerves try to smile back. "Take my seat." You say and move to the seat next to your old one. I smile back then.
YOU ARE READING
one hundred ways
Romance"Pull over. Let me drive for a while." In which 0.1-2k word fragments show a frazzled golden girl cliche meeting the boy-next-door stereotype. Falling in love ensues.
