Out of my mind

Abby's POV

I throw myself down in my chair. Why do we have to have English first period? And also, why do we have to do literature study at all? I sit alone in the back of the class at an old wooden desk. There are scratches in the wood grain, the memory of just about every kid who has ever sat at the desk. I read the initials and scribbles and notes that have been left here.

"Abby, can you read the next page for us?"

My attention comes back to the book. I wasn't focusing. I don't know what page to read.

"I thought you weren't paying attention, guess I was right. Please, just read along in class!"

"Yes, ma'am," I reply just before she asks Allysia to read instead. I follow along this time, barely, but I do. I really don't like reading some old dead dude's weird words and poems. It doesn't make sense to me. I would much rather read something fun, like a romance that doesn't involve ritual suicide type shit like Romeo and Juliette. Yes, it is a classic, but that does not make it less wrong.

The bell goes and I know I have math next.  Most people complain about having math, but I love it. No perspective or opinions, just straight facts that can be proven by a set amount of steps. It always makes sense so I love it. Let's just add the fact that the teacher also likes me and likes my methods of working out. It's the perfect subject. I go in and find my seat, also at the back, but this time I'm next to my classmate Dani. She's ok, but we have very different views of the world.

"Ok guys today we are solving quadratic equations by factoring."

My teacher gives our lesson at the front of the class. She tells us to take notes like always. I grab my usual purple pink and light blue pens to write down the formulas and rules for solving these problems. We are assigned the numbers of work for the lesson, that is carried on for homework if we don't finish in time. I finish early, as usual and take out my notepad. I like writing haikus and doing little doodles.

I draw a character that I designed back in fifth grade, it's a little girl with brown hair. She originally stood in front of a tree with bushes either side of her, a large faded sunset in the background. It was my most prised drawing for really long, I loved it. That was until, I found out how to draw properly. I kept thinking back to my little character though. I redid the design in my better drawing style and it became the little drawing I did everywhere.

The bell echoed through the halls, double lesson technology, I hope the teacher just tells us what drawings to do and leaves us. She does that a lot. I get my seat near the front of the class where the teacher put me. I hate sitting at the front. We're assigned three drawing for the lesson, the next we will be discussing FAOP drawings, again. I do my three drawings quickly and go on with my drawing. This time she's sitting against the stump of the tree off to the right. The bushes have been changed and it looks a lot better.

All I can think about while I draw is Sofia. I don't know why some things happen, like when someone gets stuck in my mind. Sometimes it's because I'm going to have a memorable experience with this person. My brain just knows. I remember both times I spotted random girls in the halls, just for me to find out later that they're in my new friend group. I miss my middle school friends, but we lost connection.

I doodle a new character on the next page. I only realize once the layout is done who it looks like. It looks like her. It looks like the blind girl I'm trying to keep out of my mind. I try to keep drawing without noticing the resemblance. The bell goes and we start working on FAOP's and I completely keep her out of my concious mind. I need to focus on school. School is what gets me a future, but what if she's my future?