The days went by.

Day after day.

Hour after hour.

Lesson after lesson.

But everything lasted twice as long: lessons lasted hours, hours lasted days, and days lasted infinity. And meanwhile, he kept haunting my mind: light blond, golden hair, sharp jawline, bright blue-green eyes...

Help.

Help.

Help.

I'm really in love.

With my teacher.

With my geography teacher and I wouldn't be surprised if I was the only one.

Friday. Last day of school.

We were finally halfway through the year and I find it remarkable that I survived. We have almost final exams and I'm almost done with my damn class...

I didn't have a part-time job now because my parents wouldn't allow it, but I really felt like working, making money, moving out, and NEVER coming back.

But I also don't have time for a part-time job now, because every minute I don't have to go to school, I have tutoring. For. Every. Subject. Even for biology, even though my grades there are always high.

Technically, you're only supposed to have tutoring for three subjects, but my parents nagged so much that I ended up having 29 hours of tutoring per week; 21 hours on school days, 8 hours on weekends.

I always look forward to geography lessons, but the rest can go to hell.

I only have a failing grade in history, and it's not even that bad. I have an average of 5.3 and I really cried. My parents always get angry when I get a grade below six, but when it comes to a failing grade... I got a month of house arrest when they found out about my failing grade; I had to be home within fifteen minutes after the last lesson ended, and they were actually waiting for me. But anyway. Today is a short day, starting with French (sick noise), followed by English (vomit noise), and then math (suicide noise).

Deep, deep sigh.

I had one minute this morning to find my math supplies, and it almost failed; my graph paper notebook was stuck under the table and my math book was behind the TV. I found them, but I was so stressed...

Just realize that Ray put so much effort into hiding my books. Man, oh man. What a master prank. Not much better than Chloë and my archenemy.