Simon Howard

Today's students' teachers keep talking about pregnancy symptoms. It sounds brutal. I looked down at the table for fear that someone would see the symptoms on my face. The more I bowed, the more sleepy I became. I couldn't open my eyes anymore. Maybe that's why. I'm not the type to fall asleep in class. Yawning yawning, the ones I fell down on were not good at all.

 

After a long drumming and Kanna's squeaky voice, I woke up. Eyes open but in the intestines, the liver is still very sleepy. I let out a long yawn and then watched my best friend explode.

 

"Why are you sleeping in class today?" Your child is serious. He also sleeps all the time. Why tell me now?

 

"Why... over staying up late? "Um, staying up late."

 

"You're so weird today. What's wrong?" Drug reaction:

 

"Not available!" I also want to know what's wrong with me. If I'm sleepy like this, I'm going to die. I'm going to be pregnant until now. So that's it. Who can be blamed? It's also because I don't know how to take care of myself, as a girl that goes out at night and forgets the way home. Now it's worth it.

 

"Let's go down to the cafeteria!" Anne made this comment that I felt the best of the day. I was hungry too. Why didn't anyone tell me pregnancy was so complicated?

 

The school cafeteria is very crowded today. It turned out that there were a few hot boys coming down here to "have a snack". Anne and I jostled hard to get into the cafeteria door. While walking, I was bumped by a female student. I struggled for a few seconds, and I fell backwards out of instinct. Close your eyes and wait for the butt's landing, but...

 

A table reached out and squeezed my waist, feeling a little stinging from being squeezed. He opened his eyes. I immediately met his gaze from those gray eyes. My lips are soft or curved. Everything around me is strangely silent at this moment. Scary colors

 

It was so quiet that I could hear his breathing; it was so familiar. Even the scent of perfume emanating from him reminded me of some familiarity. My hand grabbed the neck. I just needed to tilt the neck to one side. I would know that the person who spent the night with me that day was him or not. But I failed.

 

"Are you OK?" The sound from the other side made me pull my hand back, forgetting what to do.

 

"Ah, no, it's okay!" I adjusted my posture and clothes. He bowed his head to thank him. Fortunately, he had caught him in time, or the baby would have been destroyed.

 

"I'm Simon Howard in a math class!" He reached out his hand to shake my hand. Embarrassed and shy, I also shook his hand.

 

"My name is Brittany Wang, and I am in writing class." is quite embarrassed to hold the hand of a hot boy, whom I secretly admire. After exchanging a few sentences, he turned his back and walked away. After a few steps, he turned to look at me again. With his strange look, I involuntarily raised my hand to wipe my face. There was nothing wrong with it.

 

I kept looking at the back of Simon Howard. It's not that I'm into boys, but I have a familiar feeling when his breath hits me.

 

When I left, when I went to the school gate with Kanna, I had an accident. Any kid who plays evil, holds a green mango and punches me in the head. The natural reflex is to dodge the mango. When I stepped back to dodge, I hit someone's leg and jumped back.

 

My butt didn't land the second time I fell. There is a hand on my stomach, a familiar scent. Oh my god, lift up your face. It's him again. My number is "lucky" now. I'm meeting handsome guys all the time. He is staring at me. What are you looking at? As for his hand, why put it on my stomach?

 

"I see you again, Brittany Wang! It's like you purposely fell on me. " While helping me up, he said promote more enchanting smiles.

 

"No...That..." 's not it. Don't get me wrong, it's... the mango fruit. " While protesting, he pointed at the mango lying on the street.

 

"What are you so stammering about?"

 

Huh, yeah, why do I feel so forced? I looked down when I accidentally caught a glimpse of something on his chest, probably a tattoo. What picture? I was about to open my mouth to ask, when I heard a voice in my ear:

 

"Miss Britt, sorry to keep you waiting!" I turned around and a man in his forties was looking at me fondly.

 

"Ah, you are..." I really don't know who this man is. My face must be as dumb as a cow right now. "

 

I'm Mrs. Vermouth's driver. "Ah, my aunt's driver uncle." You understand,

 

"Why not?"

 

"The mistress has a job, so she can't come to pick you up." He respectfully replied. All his classmates and a few more outsiders witnessed a scene of "Miss coming home from school". I nodded, said goodbye to Kanna and Simon Howard, and then I followed the driver in the Toyota to go home.

 

Sitting in the car, I can't forget the breath and scent of Simon Howard. Very familiar, extremely familiar. I shook my head to dispel that crazy thought. It's not like that. How could you I leaned back against the arm of the seat, my eyes on the car door. How will I be tomorrow?

 

Before the exam, all eleventh graders cooperated to organize an outing to relax before the exam season. I wasn't going to go, but Anne kept whispering in my ear, and when I got home, my aunt encouraged me to go and relax.

 

So many things have happened that I'm tired of group trips like this.

 

No matter what, I was defeated at the hands of the two of them, so I had to raise the white flag to surrender early for the safety of "life". If you don't, you know how much fun Anne is. She exchanges something widely, but I am a close friend. I'm disgusted that it's "tough."

 

That day, we had a lot of fun interacting with each other. Those specializing in literature take a quiz, those specializing in English sing in English, and those specializing in Math sit down to calculate love equations or something. When it comes to math classes, it's impossible to miss Simon Howard.

 

Now it's time for the food. I used to like this part a lot, but now it's different. I am extremely afraid to eat. Every time I smell food, I vomit green bile. The

 

greasy feeling in my neck makes me unbearable. I stood up, walked quickly to the tree over there and vomited. I can't vomit anything. My stomach hurts. Leaning his head against the tree, his whole body softened.

 

A handkerchief was held in front of me. Look at it, it's Simon Howard again. Does he know he's killing me? There are hundreds of eyes over there looking at me.

 

"Are you all right, Britt?" he asked, his eyes clear with concern.

 

It's okay, it's just a stomach ache! I smiled and then turned my back to my "comrades". Standing here for a long time would surely die. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "What's the matter, Simon Howard?" Do I ask? My eyes must have been too big to open.

 

"No, nothing!" He stammered. I looked down at his hand clutching mine. He also looked down. Involuntarily, we both withdrew our hands. I turned away. He was still standing there, his hands in his pockets, his eyes looking far into the horizon as if he had a confidant.

 

As for me, I was miserable, trying my best to eat a little. The nausea kept coming and going; running in and out was suspected, so I had to try. My face right now is probably green, like a fake ass or something blue.

 

At the end of the outing, everyone was happy, but I was tired. If you want to faint, don't say you're tired. Now I know how hard it is to be pregnant. Today is a horrible day out for me.

 

Today, Anne had a nervous stroke and asked me to go shopping. Walking with it was tiring; it kept walking around in the same place. Today I don't care for her; she can walk as long as she wants. I go through the children's section.

 

The little things inside are so cute. I don't know if my baby is a girl or a boy, so I bought both of them. I was standing looking at the cribs when a deep voice came from behind me:

 

 

"What did you buy here?"

 

"Buy things for you." I just answered emotionally. I turned around, heaven and earth, it's Simon Howard again. Why do we keep seeing each other?

 

"Children?" he asked me with a twinkle in his eye. Why do you ask so many questions?

 

"My aunt's child, I didn't finish talking just now!" I'm also quick-witted. I saw him nod to this answer, apparently believing it.

 

"Well, I met you by accident. Let's go have a drink!" He didn't wait for me to give his opinion, but took my hand and pulled me away comfortably. I don't stretch out my hand either. It's fine to leave it as it is. I wish the father of the child in my belly was you, but maybe that is far away.

 

We bought each person a cup of green tea ice cream and chose the table closest to the door. Nobody talked to anyone, they just kept quiet until my phone rang. Looking at the flickering screen, I immediately saw the word "Queen Anne" in large letters on it.

 

"I'm at Tago's. You can see it from where you look." Having said that much, I hung up the phone to save her money. Even though it's just an excuse, it makes sense.

 

In less than five minutes, I saw him run into the bar with his arm under his arm, and he looked at me and then back at Simon Howard.

 

"Ah, you two had an appointment without telling me!" What's this? How did it turn from meeting by accident to dating? I guess I'll just beat this one to death. Without waiting for him to say anything crazy, I said goodbye to Simon Howard and dragged him out. In the taxi, it implied countless terrible things. I don't know why I chose him as my best friend that day. I asked the car to pass by the wool store and let me down because I needed to buy some things.

 

I picked up some rolls of yarn, added some cute stickers, and then buttoned it up. Because I don't know the gender of the baby, I decided to buy the white one. Any boy or girl can wear it.

 

When I got home and sat down to prepare those things, holding those tiny socks in my hand, my heart felt strangely happy. When I think back to Simon Howard, I always have a familiar feeling when he talks, laughs, and even breathes. I lay on my bed with all my thoughts about Simon Howard.