Olivia
I was on the edge of my seat, ready to stand up and leave the classroom once the bell would ring. My eyes were trained on the clock above the long whiteboard in front of the class while my teacher was giving us homework. I grasped the words that came out of her mouth. She was telling us to read a certain chapter in the textbook and to answer the activity at the end of the chapter. This was my elective which was Creative Writing. Storm chose Foreign Language, focusing on French and Italian.
My phone vibrated in my pocket just in time the bell had already rung and that ended another day in school. As I made my way out of the classroom, I fished my phone out of my pocket and opened my Messages. Storm had let me know that he was already waiting in his car at the car park. I t
