You sat behind England, everyday, for Your 7th period class, english. It was almost unfair how things always worked out for you.
Everyday, you'd sit in looking distance of him, everyday, he didn't look.
You sighed and pulled out a small, yellow, lined, notepad, quickly jotting down some ideas for a new fan fiction about Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson.
English was Your favorite class. The teacher, Mr. Jensen, was young, and inspiring. He always gives the class fun homework too, like poetry and short stories, your specialty. But, the best part, was England.
You glanced up from your notepad and gazed at England's light hair. 'Isn't it funny? I don't even know his real name, everyone just calls him England
Out of the blue, another idea struck you and you pushed your ______ hair out of your face and jotted down more notes.
Mr. Jensen cleared his throat after a short lecture on paragraphs.
"Before you leave class, your Homework." A moan escaped from a group of girls and a few guys g