There’s his car. I don’t know why, but it makes my stomach flutter every time the bus pulls into the parking lot and I see it. I love Mr. Carter. I love his car. I’m so excited. He’s here! Only three more hours until I go to his class. I wish I didn’t have his class after gym. I look so much better in the morning before I get all sweaty and my hair gets crazy. Maybe I can skip gym. Maybe I can ask Mr. Carter for a pass. I wish everybody would hurry up and get off the bus, so I’d have enough time to walk past his car real quick. I know that sounds stupid, but I like being close to him. Who knows? Maybe he’ll have to run out to his car for something and I’ll get to see him an extra time today.
Oops. Better get to class. No time to go by his car today, but at least I saw it. He’s here somewhere. I’ll see him pretty soon.