Mr. Bloom walked into the room and carefully analyzed us. His eyes scanned student by student from one end of the classroom to the other, adding suspense and increasing our stress levels. He then handed out the papers and I tapped my pencil nervously. I read the first question and reread it, unable to focus. Images crossed my mind, but I tried pulling myself back to reality. I can’t daydream right now. I reread the first question.
However, once I glanced outside, I saw Brady in the garden, watering the plants from students’ experiments. I drifted off into thought and lost myself in it. That morning, the two of us awoke in the same bed. We were both startled, but his nerves and fluster seemed much greater than mine. It was curious and even now I couldn’t stop thinking of it: his agitated s
