And it is the librarian, stand over me and blocking the sunlight. Seriously why did she have to wake up when the book just came to an interesting part. They were just about to kiss.

"Darling, you know that it is the first period and that you suppose to be in class right?" her mouth pulled in a straight line with her brow arched up.

Obviously it was a rhetorical question.

"Yes I know, but I did not feel so good and neither did I want to go home, so I decided the library was the best place to relax and try and feel b...bbbetter?" Geez it sounded more like a question.

Good going doofus. Oh when I lie, the last word I always speak come as a stutter. I'm just bad at lying.

"If you say, but this is the first and last time that you do something like this. I'll let you off the hook since not many learners actually comes and read" she said as she turn around and walked away.

She stops for a second and turn around to me .

"Oh yes, one last thing you don't look so good, maybe go and see the nurse"

Ummm excuse me, I don't look that bad do I!Like come on I already hate myself and have body dysmorphia, way to rub it in!

Soon the second bell rang, taking out my schedule and saw I have double English. A whole hour with HER and stupid learners.

This day just did not go the way she planned it to go. But she knew that avoiding her will be best. She could not risk it, as if she was even going to try something.

PATHETIC EVA!!!!

Walking to English class, I always realise that I'm the one that has a crush on my teacher, trying to avoid her and having butterflies when I'm around her.

But there is that part of me that always push the thought away that it was a one sided love and that Ms Isaacs won't ever recuperate the feelings that I have for her.

I had a bit of hope you know. Being in love stop you seeing things in a clear way. To the point of fantasising a whole different life with them.

EROTOMANIA

• is when you think someone is in love with

you but they not.

As much as I imagine that I am fine without her and will get over, my mind replay all the times I thought that and said it to myself.

I never was able to look at someone the way I look at her. I know it time consuming and wasting, I feel even stupid. I know many people would call me that and at some point they would feel the exact same way I'm feeling.

Entering class, as always I keep my head upwards..... hahahah who am I kidding, I don't have that much self confidence. Embarrassing much, but anyway I continued walking till the back of the classroom, until....

"Eva to the front please, I would like you participate in class today and that goes for everyone else to" she said

ARE YOU SERIOUS??!!!!

Turning around as I slowly walk to the desk two sides to the left of her desk. Slowly everything the ground came closer to me. Bringing my arms as a shield to my face.

Bam!!! I fell to the floor

I fell. I fell. I fell in front of everyone. Tears prickled my eyes. Laughing everywhere

"Carla! OFFICE NOW!" Miss Isaacs raised her voice. Silence filled the room, her shouts was a very rare occasion.

"But..t I did nothing" Carla whimper

"Leave immediately!" she narrowed her eyes Carla, walking towards me.

"Sweetheart are you okay? Do you want to go to the nurses office?" she pulled me up from the floor, soothing her hands down my arms.

"I..mm o..kay, I'm sowry" I whimpered, tears rolling down my face.

"You sure, than let's get you to your seat" she guided my to my seat.

Her arms around my waist and my arm. I can feel tingles shoot throughout my body.

Sitting down, I wiped my tears away hurriedly. That's enough embarrassment for now. All through class I could feel her gaze on me. I lifted my head up and saw concern in her eyes.

Not wanting any more pity, I kept my head down the whole hour and she allowed it, which I am thankful for.

One thing I can say is I hate my life, but she touched me

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