“Sorry, um, teacher, I didn’t know what class I had first,” she says breathlessly.
“And what is your name?” he sighs.
“Uh, Aly Smith.”
So that’s what her name is...
“Ok, Aly. Your six minutes late for class, so I will put your name down. Next time I won’t be this easy. You disrupted the class young lady.”
“I know Mr., Gilbert. It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t happen again. Now go sit down next to Carson.”
She looks around and sees that Carson is me. My face forces a slight nervous smile when she sits down. Mr. Gilbert gives a forty-five minute lecture about Hamlet and what inspired Shakespeare to write it. We didn’t make eye contact the whole time. I felt really stupid. Now we have to work with the people next to us, so that’s her and I. She doesn’t look so enthused.