el's

ried not to think of the past, the fact that I was going to end up w

bus going to Stanford Hill was another pain

:30AM. How was I supposed to get to the office by 8: AM

ived. Since 7, but now it's past 7 and counting. I tapped my foot o

waiting. I was supposed to hand in some project work but, from the look of things,

tion of where I was standing. I didn't have to be

to cross, I quickly attempted to cross, but just as I was in the middle of crossing, I suddenly heard the horn of a car. An

ith lips parted, probably in shock that he almost got me killed. I heard screams, but before I could look around, I

gray eyes. That was all I could make of the person

my eyes, and my nose twitched instantly, causing me to sneeze terribly. I opened my e

ole body felt numb. I could feel something on my nose through which I breathed, and a bandage wrapped around my left

was late for work and was going to take the bus, but then, I was unable to take the

very moment, I felt a sharp pain in my

I screame

curtains. I quickly took my gaze fully at the curtain

self to death when

y. I just couldn't bel

an expression that

e my gaze off him. Those gray eyes…now that I think about it, I saw them once before I fell into

to touch him, just to be certain

an finally say I'm daydreaming again. There's no way he's asking me these questions for real.

his to yourself. Ge

enly made me go wide in shock. He was still there pee

me about my health?

ed with wide eyes. My voice sounded coars

to you, and I want to assur

d and recalled the scene where I was hit. I didn't see the face of the culprit

ed in a low tone. I didn't like how my voice

fact, I was the

I went wide in utter shock. He also s

the crossing and got hit. I must

my ears. Did he j

wasn't paying attention? You we

to my car suddenly. You didn't pay atte

k. I just stared at him as he took the trophy, when I was clearly