Literature II Man, she was fine.My mind is elsewhere, as usual, during the entire duration of class. The teachers words droned on and on and on.
LiteratureIm a fool. A fool of the fools. It irritates me so. Now I had gun smoke in my eyes, and it stung when it shouldnt have. It should only sting if its from my gun. My gun alone. Are you all right?The man before me seemed taller than most, in a good way. He had swishy, smooth and soft-looking hair that bristled in the passing breeze
his eyes were locked on me, those icy blue eyes, grinning like his own Cheshire-like grin. I felt irritated.