Ethan Davidson
"Mr. Davidson, something on your mind?" Mrs. Bennet stares at me, it's only week two and I can already tell I'm going to fail. English isn't my strong suit. I'm not good at making things pretty. Making words pretty.
"Always, Mrs. B." I smile at her, hoping she is satisfied with my comment. She nods her head and goes back to talk. I don't even know what we were talking about.
All I can feel is my heart bouncing out of my chest. I don't even know what about. June? Samantha? The tumor? f**k man. What period is it? Did I have lunch already? I look at the clock; hanging on the dismally blank wall. 12:10. Did I even bring a lunch? I should ask Kim if we're eating together. She usually eats with her boyfriend. I can't remember this ones
