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Sitting here in Latin, I am bored. In front of me is a mouth breather, who runs his fingers through long hair. When he shakes his head, which is often, dandruff flies out and the white pieces land on his shirt. I am disgusted by him, and try to move my desk back so that I can get away from Max's smell. 1

I think of my teacher as a sad man, an ex-monk who will never get married. His Irish accent and pointed features remind me of a leperchaun, one who's given up gold to teach a lost language. This language will always be lost. 2

In the row next to mine is Jenna. She stares blankly at her translation-we all do this. 3

We are doing classwork, our desks pushed together, with Lichen andd Soda in front. they are copying our work, and I laugh at them. 4

"How did I do in English?" Soda asks me. "Was my sonnet ok?"5

"Well, you needed some help, remember?"6

"No I didn't!" His tone is disbelieving, and he has a smile on that says the same thing. We look into eachother's eyes. 7

"yeah you did. You had to stop reciting."8

"No..."9

"Ok, you did great!" i praise him, and he grins.10

"I did great!" He says to Lichen, but I know he's joking. I begin to like him more. he is golden skin and hair, he is blue eyes and pink flamingo lips. Do I like him because he's talked to me-or do I anyway?11

Jenna is going out with Lichen, and I don't think they go together: he is funny, unkind, and a swimmer. She is studious, narrow-minded, and a runner. It's funny how they can stand eachother-half the time, I don't even like Jenna, and she's supposed to be my best friend. I feel this is wrong. It shouldn't have to be like that.12

I'm a little jealous of Macy, a girl in English who is friends with Soda. "Just friends," she says, as if that is a lowly thing to be. I would be happy being friends with him. I need to talk to him more-but his is popular, and I'm not. I don't eat with him, I barely see him. We rarely speak. 13

I want my Latin teacher to find a fairy and be happy, i want to like jenna, and I want Soda to like me. i should be able to tell him this, but something makes me stop, I don't know why. If I could get out of my fears, then the Latin bubble would vanish, and I'd be doing all my favorite things. I will write this, and then think about life.14