you were sitting in class, listening to a lecture— listening? That’s not right. You were zoning out, tho king about your sweet upperclassman, August hart- his flowing hair, his gentle eyes, and his kind demeanor. Now you wouldn’t quite say you were friends with him- or acquainted with him- or… or even acknowledged by him. You’re more of an admirer.

the bell rings, bringing you back to attention

“Alright kids, get! Go to your next class.”