It was his last day. We didn’t speak after day I threw the book. It made me kind of sad.

I had other stuff to deal with, my work experience week was coming up next week and I still had some stuff I needed to get done before hand.

It was the Friday and work experience week starts on Monday.

I was stood talking to a teacher outside their classroom. When Carter walks over and ask her to sign his shirt. He looks at me and he does the look. You know the look when they looks you up and down. Yeah that look. My heart I swear ahhh.

-Sunday evening-

I was getting all my stuff ready for tommorow. I was going to my old school for the week.

The lady said to wear clothes like the teachers do. So I pulled out a pair of black tights, a pencil skirt and a blouse with a cute little cardigan. I got my black pumps out and put them next to it.

I had a shower, cleaned my face and went to bed.

That night I dreamt about Carter. Him holding me close, resting my head on his chest. I woke up the next morning wishing it was real.