Distracted

I couldn't sleep that night. I couldn't get him out of my head. His voice and his smile swired around in my head like a tornado, destroying anything that tries to force it out. The next day i dragged myself out of bed and threw on a cream colored mini skirt and a dark red tube top. I grabbed my backpack and heels and headed out the door. I walked to the university feeling tired and hot. Once i finally, after getting lost twice, reached room 347 into Mr. Dreadmont's chilled classroom, i was out of breath. I sat down in the only empty chair i could find,next to a pale blond girl and an extremly scared looking girl with red hair. Mr. Dreadmont was a tan, black haired man with round framed glasses. He gave me a peircing look. I sat there horror struck, realizing that the bell had rang.