"Are you ok?" A British boy asked me.
I opened my eyes to see blurry images.
I didn't want to wake up but I forced myself.
Where's my dad?! I pushed my self up and got up.
I felt pain in the back of my head but was so eager to find him.
"Hold on! Let me take you to the nurse!" He yelled at me.
I didn't bother to look back.
I suddenly feel a presence behind me an someone turned me around.
The British boy again.
"You're hurt. Let me help you." He looked straight into my eyes.
I looked away and didn't respond.
He tried making me feel better by holding my bag but pulled it back on my shoulders.
"Can you leave me alone?" I beg him.
He looks down at his feet and turns around in the direction of his next class.
I felt hot coffee spill all over my shirt and face.
"AHH! HOT! IT'S HOT!" I scream.
He looks back and realizes he accidentally dropped his hot coffee on me.
"Oh my god! Are you ok?" He asks me.
I look at my blouse and see coffee all over it.
I give him a dead stare and continue to wipe myself with my gym shorts from my bag.
He hesitates and finds a piece of paper on the floor.
He begin to help me wipe my shirt but as he got closer to my chest I pulled away.
He looks as my face as if I snapped him out of a daydream.
I leave to get to class but still have a headache from before.
Then thinking of my class, I remember the presentation of my essay.
WAIT. MY ESSAY!