Not again

       The school bell sounds louder than usual. I am looking around. She's not here yet.
After the weekend, I really wanna see her.

       I am getting nervous. I want to know how she will act, but being late isn't helping me a bit. Don't make me wait longer.

       Teacher is talking about stuff. It's eight in the morning. Is she really thinking someone
is listening to her? Well, I am definitely not.

Where is she? Is she sick? Is she skipping school because of me?

       She goes on, talking to herself. Some people are on their phones as usual. She doesn't care a bit. I always at least try to look like I am paying attention, but this time I can't focus at all. Why am I so worked up? There's no reason. I need to calm down.

       There was one good thing about it. The class passed like it was nothing and Shara was behind her desk for the second class, but I didn't manage to talk to her. We both looked at each other and I didn't catch anything from that.

       The whole day passed, but I didn't notice anything different about her. It all seems a little too familiar. Do I really have to ask her about it? If it goes like last time, she will 100% think I am crazy. For my own sake, I better not say anything this time. Let's hope she will bring it up first.