Tuesday, August 18, 2015

100 Words a Day 685

My palms were sweaty. My feet were sweaty. I was salivating. I could feel my heart racing. Third period would be over in a few minutes. That space between third and fourth period had me terrified. I had to ask Samantha out in those few minutes between classes. It was seconds, moments, really, as we normally just passed each other going in opposite directions.

The bell rang and I swallowed. I wiped my face; I could tell my cheeks were flushed. Then I stepped into the hall. I swayed a little as I walked down the hall, looking for her.

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