(Any resemblance is on purpose. Don’t ask.) I’m so bored. On the back of my geography paper is just doodles and writing. Not the writing I’m supposed to be doing. I glance at Louella, my friend in this class. She’s writing down the notes. I’ll copy them later. “So, what is a map?” I sigh and raise my hand. “Astrix?” “Map, noun. A representation usually on a flat surface of the whole or a part of an area” She nods, not surprised. I lay my chin back onto my arms. I think to myself ‘Imma scream. To catch those with mind reading.’ I shriek in my head. An ear piercing, retina hurting shriek. I look around and smile. And then I see my crush trembling, wide eyed. They slowly turn to me, I grin, and hold up two thumbs up. Writing prompts… Fun. :D
