EXPERIMENT

The following day at school, the thought of encountering Mr. Roman lingered ominously at the back of my mind, like a shadow refusing to depart. I was determined to dodge him at every turn, retreating from his imagined presence as if he were a ghost haunting the hallways.

Thankfully, it was Thursday, and I wouldnt have to see him- what was I thinking, he was the president of the club and his attendance was important. I grumbled inwardly. I had made the decision to go back to the club because no other club seemed to ignite my passion or offer valuable knowledge relevant to my studies.

As I walked through the bustling hallway, I kept a wary eye around me, my fingers tightly clutching my handbag as if it were a protective talisman. The classroom door loomed ahead, and an overwhelming wave of trepidation washed over me. The thought of coming face-to-face with him was as unwelcome as a sudden gust of cold wind on a warm day.