Sitting in a cold classroom. As the whole class comes in and settles down. The volume slowly rises as they begin to chatter. I sit quietly, bouncing my legs, leveling them up and down. The room is loud but I hear nothing, I am in my in mind. Reviewing the past week’s class material. I just want this to be over with. As I think, memorize and review, my mechanical pencil makes a ‘tik’-ing sound in constant motion between my fingers. I let out a big sigh with inward brows “Where the hell is Hannah? I just want to take the test and leave.” In frustration I extend my bottom lip blowing air raising my curly bang, causing the hair to flutter like butterfly kisses. It falls back down to my forehead and she walks in.
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