Wait!

Come back


The door of the classroom swings open and I look straight into his
chocolate eyes.
Mary-Katherine, are you dreaming? My teacher says.
No sir.
The teachers grey eyes howl with frustration. Are you not well? He
continues, Mary-Katherine! What have got to say for yourself?
Sorryahsir, I stutter.
I dont like Mr Wally. His lessons are insane, I cant keep my eyes off
chocolate eyes either.
I stare into those chocolate eyes noticing more than just a boy. His
designer jeans, new and clean. Converse runners with fluro laces.
Then theres me, frizzy hair girl. Can I ever get an A+ at school?
He walks straight past me, into the seat behind.
Class, this is Travis. Mr Wally finally catches his breath.
Travis is from England. He says.
Travis take a seat make yourself at home. He finishes.
Class please help Travis out if he needs it, he adds.
Oh God, Travis has taken the seat next to Callie. Shes nasty. She
moves her red painted nails against the seat, saving it for Travis. He
gazes into her eyes. She obviously likes him but, wait she cant! I do!
Who wouldnt his GORGEOUS.
Hey Travis. Callie speaks confidently. Would you happen to have a
pen?
Should. Travis replies.
At the minute my mind is a blur. Travis gets up. But wait, Travis isnt
here anymore.
Mary-Katherine! Mr Wallys voice echoes.
Whawhat, ah yes sir. I mumble out.
Where is Travis? Was this just me, daydreaming?
Cant be! His black bracelet is on the floor.












By Emily Buccella