Why a note?
And worse, a note passed to me during english.
I couldnt help but cry.
I didnt care that everyone was staring at me.
That didnt matter at all.
He was looking down, he couldnt watch.
I didnt understand.
Mrs. Breim looked over at me.
“Jane, do you want to go to the restroom.”
Though what she really meant was
“Do you want to go out in the hall and calm yourself down before you make any more of a spectacle of yourself?”
I nodded and strolled out the door.
I walked down the narrow hallway, and into the salmon colored girls bathroom.
Pick a stall, any stall.
I chose the big one at the end.
I pulled the note out of my pocket, and flushed it down the toilet.
This made no sence.
I felt like he was breaking up with me, but how do you break up with a friend?
The sharp buzzing of the bell ripped me awake.
Not that I was asleep, but just thinking.
I ran into the hallway, hoping to catch him.
He was walking, head down, with his hands in his pockets.
I grabbed his shoulders.