Atlas' pov
Seated in the classroom, I exerted considerable effort in an attempt to maintain my concentration while the teacher meticulously elaborated on the subject matter that had been addressed in the prior class.
Yet, my thoughts displayed stubborn independence, refusing to adhere to the lesson at hand, instead consistently gravitating towards a singular individual, Amelia.
The fact that she hadn't appeared at the basketball court for two days weighed heavily on my mind, it was so usual of her. I couldn't wait to see her, and time seemed to drag on as I anxiously awaited the end of the school day.
In my distraction, I hardly noticed when my friend seated beside me nudged me with a pencil. I groaned in response, not at the discomfort but out of frustration at my inability to concent
