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I open my eyes and find myself in french class. I remember that I used to come here when I was little.
The professor sighed.
That man never gave me a good feeling. In his eyes there was a sparkle that was disturbing to say the least. He was gesticulating excessively and when he got close to me, my heart raced in fear.
- You better study, for your own good.
I got up from my seat and collected my things, but first I made sure I had written down everything the teacher had said. All right.
I then turned my gaze towards a boy. He was still present in the class, he hadn't left. It was my chance.
However, I got scared. I tried to calm down by remembering the words my best friend had told me the day before.
- You wait for people to come out, you tell him you need to speak to him in private and with confidence, you tell him how you feel, okay?
Then I ran and held him back by placing my hand on his shoulder.
- What do you want, Claire?
- I would like to tell you something... -I said, blushing -.
- Tell me, I have all day, I'm not in a hurry...
- I... I-I like you!
Then I blushed intensely. He looked at me, confused, and didn't reply right away. Then he regained his composure and said:
- Hey, I'm sorry, but I don't...
I couldn't hear more. I froze. I couldn't move. I muttered:
- Sorry if I didn't hear you, I only heard the sound of my heart breaking into a thousand pieces.
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