I woke up to an empty flat again the next morning. After wrapping up in my dressing gown and sllippers, and shuffled to the kitchen, only to find no cereal. I looked in all the cupboards. There was no bread either. My stomach grumbled.
"Sorry, no breakfast today," I murmured.
I made a coffee. I wrinkled my nose as i swallowed it. I coughed as the smell and taste choked me. I hated coffee, but it woke me up in the mornings. I threw half the coffee down the sink, brushed my teeth, got dressed and left the house.
I had English first again, and was on time. Dallas wasn't there when I sat down. The teacher came in, closed the door, and started the lesson. I was disappointed. I was looking forward to talking to Dallas again.
"Right, we're starting poetry today," the teacher said. I smiled, while th rest of the class groaned. I enjoyed poetry, it was almost lyrical, like music. The teacher handed out sheets, and I took mine, and started reading. I had just finished the first stanza, when the door creaked open, and Dallas shuffled in, trying to get in unnoticed.