Chapter17

#Chapter17

In just two days, I had already become accustomed to Harry picking me up after school. Seeing that the spot where he always stood was empty made me queasy as I walked to the bus stop. The whole world buzzed around me as I walked, but I couldn't pay any less attention even if I tried because my thoughts were swimming in the green of Harry's eyes. I could feel the brush of his curls on my fingertips and his lips pressed to mine. It felt awful. Kind of like a hang-over; my head felt weary and my eyes hurt and my body felt drained. I was practically a walking zombie just going through the motions of everyday life.