AwesomePrussianBlue

It's the next day and you're at school. You cannot believe what happened yesterday between you and Gilbert—Mr. Beilschmidt. All day you sat through the boring classes waiting for the last class of the day, History. You sat through reading with Ms. Arloskaya (Reading teachers aren't supposed to be freaky!!) You didn't "sit" through P.E. but it was boring, taught by, your boyfriend's? younger brother, also Mr. Beilschmidt (We call him Mister Ludwig though) You sat through all those other crap classes and finally, it was History. With Mr. Beilschmidt— or, Gilbert in your 'case' You were the very first to enter the classroom, you were

A/N: Over used title is over used. Felt like writing this after a conversation with a friend. Enjoy~! ~*~*~*~*~*~ My body ached, every limb hurt and screamed with ever slow step I took as I got closer to my goal. My feet throbbed in the high heels I wore, and my skin would give off chilled goose bumps with every burst of cold summer wind. The breeze caused a shutter and a muffled squeal to erupt from my chapped lips as it drifted up the skirt of my dress. I bit my lower lip and went on with my slow limp like trot to my destination. I was not going to walk home. Not at this hour and when I lived so far away. Instead I was going to turn to a

It's the next day and you're at school. You cannot believe what happened yesterday between you and Gilbert—Mr. Beilschmidt. All day you sat through the boring classes waiting for the last class of the day, History. You sat through reading with Ms. Arloskaya (Reading teachers aren't supposed to be freaky!!) You didn't "sit" through P.E. but it was boring, taught by, your boyfriend's? younger brother, also Mr. Beilschmidt (We call him Mister Ludwig though) You sat through all those other crap classes and finally, it was History. With Mr. Beilschmidt— or, Gilbert in your 'case' You were the very first to enter the classroom, you were