I looked around the unusually small classroom.
from what I could tell every desk was filled.
but one.
“Morgan, over here.” I heard a voice call.
when I turned around I was honestly shocked to see him.
What did he do to his hair?
cropped short, dyed black.
I walked over, and tried my best at a smile as I sat down next to him.
“I didn’t know you were in my spanish class.” He said warmly.
“Me neither.” I’m guessing he didn’t catch the undertone to my words, because he grinned.
“How’s your day been?” He asked, being the friend i should be. “Fine, I dont know if i like all my teachers though.” this was getting easier. God, I barely recognized him.
He seemed so happy, but he looked so sad.
He reached forward to pick up a pen, and I saw the reason he was wearing those long sleeves.
I could have cried. Knowing that he hurt himself.
“Jessie.” I gasped in horror.
He pushed down his sleeve and turned away.