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Perspective (Love Self-Conscious-itis)
5 months ago · · Short Story,
I was holding my binder, three notebooks, my pencil case, and my water bottle. Oh, and my pencil. I had finished the assignment a lot later than everyone else, so I didn't have time to pack up. Just as I was about to walk out the door, the boy from my last class came in.
"Sorry, Mr. Larson; I forgot my notebook," he said and brushed past me. I stood very still, turning redder every second. He must've seen me and thought I looked weird, holding all this stuff! I blushed, staring at the boy's wondrous green eyes...
Then I dropped my pencil. I let out a cough and bent down to pick it up, then everything dropped and I groaned, turning to see if the boy had seen that. I blush again. The students for the next bell were already coming in.
The boy came over and picked up my pencil, notebook, and binder for me.
I smiled at him. "Uh, thank you."
Did I just say "thank you"? "Thanks" would've been better, we're casual classmates!!!
"Mhmm," he replied, nodding and smiling back. His voice was cute.
When I walked into Math class, I realized I had forgotten my notebook. I went back to History, and I see her carrying a heavy load. She looks like she's struggling, but she seems so cool, being able to carry all that. I smile a little and then get my notebook. There was a small dropping sound then a crash. I turned to see what happened. The girl was scrambling around to get her things. She looked so clumsy but cute. The next class was already entering. I strolled over to help her pick up her things.
She smiled a pretty smile at me and thanked me. Her voice was pretty.
I replied with "Mhmm", and I think I sounded too squeaky.