Rushing to the Laugh!

I hopped on my bicycle and started pedaling.

“Oh wait!” Suddenly, I remembered him.

“Oh my god! That’s him! Yes, that’s the guy who helped the puppy yesterday. How did I forget his face? I missed him again!”

I started pedaling as fast as I could, hoping to catch up to him. As I turned the corner onto the road, I found it completely empty.

“This is so bad! I missed him again! How am I going to find him now?” I whimpered. Then I remembered he was wearing the same uniform as me—a beige-colored coat and black pants.

“Wait! He must be from our school. Let me find him!”

I reached the school in about 10 minutes and parked my bicycle in the school’s lot. I hurried upstairs to my classroom.

Section A and Section B were the two most notorious classes in the 12th grade. Every year, all the other classes were praised, but not ours. Even the school staff struggled to manage our sections. But eventually, a kind and friendly teacher, Mr. Long, was appointed to handle both Section A and Section B. He was our class teacher for Section A and also the computer science teacher for Section B.

“Worst classes ever!” “Most annoying classes!” “Not students, but devils!” “Worst batch of 2015!” These were the kinds of things teachers said about us—except Mr. Long.

Our two sections often spent more time in punishment than in class.

Section B, in particular, got into trouble a lot because of their antics.

I entered my classroom and took my seat. That day, Alice arrived before me.

“Hey, sweetie pie! Why do you look so tired?” Alice asked. I didn’t answer and just pulled out my homework notes from my bag.

Alice has been my best friend since childhood. She cares about me a lot and always calls me “sweetie pie.”

Alice is beautiful, bold, and always looks out for me. When we were nine years old, she once fought off a couple of boys our age who had been teasing me and taking my toys. The two boys cried and ran away. Alice is a fighter and a great protector, and I love her for that!

But today, my thoughts were consumed by the boy I had seen the day before and that morning. I decided I would search for him in every class during break time. I eagerly waited for the bell to ring.

An hour and a half later, after two periods of class, the bell finally rang. I jumped up from my seat in excitement.

“Oh my gosh!” I was so excited, I didn’t even realize I had stood up too early.

All my classmates stared at me, giggling. “I haven’t dismissed the class yet! You’re in quite a rush!” said the teacher.

I quickly looked around the room and apologized, “Sorry, teacher! I have an emergency. Next time, I’ll be the last one to leave. I promise!” I sat back down, embarrassed. My classmates and the teacher laughed at my reaction.