Where to begin

Classes had started. It was Algebra or Physics. I wasn't paying attention really. It was raining outside. It has been looming since it had been this heavy.The water was staining the window and flowing down like a river. it looked beautiful. The wind was so strong that occasionally it would actually blow open one of the windows and send papers flying every where. The class erupted in screams for a while and the teacher would use a whole 5 minutes trying to get every one to calm down. That was the only time i took my eyes off the view outside. That and when the new guy asked me for a pencil or notebook, or something I am sure he had as well.

"Crystal? "

It was rehearsed, I tell you.

I turned and faced him, "Yes?"

"The notes from the last term..."