Chapter80

#Chapter80

Dylan Frazier

After dealing with my first class with Ryan staring at me, I made it to my next class. People didn’t stare, and I felt relieved. I hate the stares. They made me uncomfortable, and I tried to avoid people at all costs because of it.

The next class is history. The same old stuff, repetitive and annoying. The past is the past; let’s keep it that way.

The same thing happened. Introduced as the ‘new’ girl, roll call, whispers, stares, blah, blah, blah. You get the drift. The teacher called everyone’s name. You could hear all the here’s except one, and guess who has an empty desk next to mine? Yep, that would be the absent student. Well, at least I won’t have some creepy guy staring at me throughout the class like the last guy.