At the outset, I can’t help wondering whether it’s normal for a minor to like an adult. School classes are boring like that, too, and I can’t even hear what my friends are saying.
Then I drifted off to sleep.
..
When I woke up, it wasn’t the alarm—it was lunchtime. With everyone gone, I just blinked in the empty classroom as the summer sunlight poured down.
I miss him. I wish the clock would move a little faster.

