08

When I got to language class with teacher Esther, I couldn't concentrate even for a moment. I was so engrossed in my thoughts, so abstracted from figuring out Harry's intentions, the class flew by before my eyes.

Without thinking, I was already on my way out with Dali by my side. She and I always waited for everyone to leave and the exit was not so saturated with students wanting to get out of, according to them, hell; thus preventing us from being crushed like ants in the attempt.

When the exit was a little easier, we decided to leave. We had just left school when I heard my name heard over the murmurings around me and the talk with Dalila. I turn to where the voice was produced and I find the image of Brent pushing lightly over the students until it reaches me.

Suddenly, I feel a slight slap on my side, elbowed that Dali had given me. I looked at her and she had a funny and suggestive expression on his face. That same face I made when Brent talked to me or when we were together.

“Da