chapter 2.

Great, the bus has arrived at school. Abbie is pulling me off the seat, she knows that I don't want to be here but she still makes me.
“Zoey, come on!” Abbie yells at me while yanking on my blazer.
The bus driver says to Abbie and I, “Come on girls, I have to go pick up other students.”
Abbie starts running to the classroom and I think to myself, 'Someone is eager to get to class.' I decide not to run after her because people might look at me and think I'm a bit of a fruit loop; I have my school bad and a sports bag hanging off my shoulder. It would look werid. I look around and it feels as if everyone is starting at me. I am told that its just what I imagine and that they really arnt looking at me. (I still think people stare). I keep walking, trying to ignore everyone. As I look ahead I see your new girlfriend, she looks so happy. Probably because she has you. She is standing there looking at me as if everything is okay. We used to be so close, but we have drifted apart over the years. Sometimes I do miss her, but other times im glad were no longer friends.
She turns around to her friend, they both laugh and look at me. I start to panic, there are conversations going on in my head. 'What are they saying?', 'Is it about me?', 'Is there something wrong with my hair?' All these things go rushing to my head, I stop suddenly. I didn't tell my brain to stop, 'What are you doing?!' My mind is fighting with itself. I start to walk again, what just happened? Why did I just stop?
I shake my head coming back into reality as I walk into the warm and cozy classroom. Abbie is putting her bags away and getting her things out for the day. I look around, hoping your not in here. I had looked everywhere to then realise you were standing behind me. Oops. “Sorry, uhm . I-ahh. Sorry, I'll move, “ I stutter to you. It's embarrassing, I need to get use to talking to you without getting caught on words.
“It's okay, you weren't standing there that long.” You reply to me. My heart just dropped, your voice is perfect. The way the words just flow out of your mouth as if it's normal and you don't even have to think about what your saying, it just comes out. I can't help but look into your eyes, they are like crystal balls. It's ovbious that I'm thinking about you and having conversations in my head with myself. Your looking at me funny, do you think I'm weird. Probably.

I put away my things, I'm still thinking about you. I glance over to see you, you look so innocent and sweet. You look at me, we both turn in quicker than a milli-second. I can't help but think, 'Why were you looking at me? Is there something wrong with me?' I think this because I know that you werent 'just' looking at me.