I think I'm goanna be sick. Him! Of all people, why him? Why does
my heart feel sad for him so much? I couldn't even find the
courage to look at him again. I just wrote what I thought of his
poem on my note.
"I thought this was extremely sad. Why did his dad kick him out? That's just about the cruelest thing in the world. But the words were painfully good. Nice job."
That's what I wrote. I looked over to his desk to see if he wrote anything on his note. The note was blank. Ugh! Just hurry up and write something already! I saw him pick up his pen and it hit the paper, but it only made circles. He was starting to annoy me.
"Can you hurry up and write something?" I asked him politely
"I already did" he said without looking at me; I felt so dumb now but I never saw anything written, he must have wrote it when I wasn't looking.
"Listen, I now need you to give your comments back to your partners so they can see if they have to make any changes or what not to them." The teacher instructed us. Christopher just set it quickly on my desk, still not looking at me and I just shoved mine towards him and I watched it fall to the ground. He bent down and picked it up off the floor like it was nothing. "Boys" I muttered under my breath.
I read off of his comment note: "It was great" and that was all I got! Gosh! I was burning up with anger inside me for a stupid reason all because he didn't give me a long response. I don't even like long responses so why am I getting mad at small ones? I moved my body to the other side of the room so that way I wouldn't be able to see his face and I automatically stared at my watch.