As he sat through an hour and a half of his French teacher moaning on about the subjunctive clause he started to drift off and dream about her. . XXX . . … Then it him like a brick, “aww crap how can my parents have agreed if they aren’t in the country” Despair settled on his shoulders and with a sigh he left the house to catch the bus. Suddenly feeling much better he relaxed and enjoyed spending the day on his Xbox while thinking of Miss Denver. And with that she stood up, and put her top back on, and ushered him out to wait for his dad to pick him up. He waited for her to leave the office and then when she came out she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and before he could say a word dragged him off to the lighting
