as i sat in the humid classroom, my clothes began to cling to my back, making me shift in my seat. i just wanted this to be over with. as my teacher started to talk i began to zone out, but this wasn't unusual for me.
i stared at the empty seat next to me until i heard ms. harris' voice.
"charlie, please pay attention." ms. harris tells me softly and then goes back to reading romeo and juliet.
it's been a couple weeks since i've listened to any type of literature.
even looking at a book made me think of him and then i would start to sob.
i miss him so fucking much and i fucking hate it.
the bell ringing made the rest of my classmates spring out of their seats and rush to get to their next class, but as for me, i took my time.
"charlie, can i speak with you?" ms. harris pulled me aside and over to her freakishly clean desk.
"i know it may still be early for you to go back to writing again since..." she paused and looked at me as if to say "since he died" but she didn't and decided to beat around the bush like everyone else.
"you don't have to finish the essay by next friday, i can give you longer if you need more time."
i hated how everyone was treating me like some kid, i could handle it.
"it's fine, i'll have it done by then." i mumbled, a little annoyed.
"okay, i'll see you tomorrow."
she smiled lightly as i turned on my heel and sluggishly walked down the hallway.
english was always my favorite class, it was our class.
and then one day, it all changed and suddenly
he wasn't sitting next to me anymore nor would he ever again,
and i hate him for that.
