LOVERS' LANE

ass was noisy, and he knew Mr Sanders wasn’t there yet. He walked in with his head down and headed towards a direction in a way that would tell anyone watching that he wa

ulti-colored that contrasted with the colorful shirts he was known for. The students said his fashion sen

alone. The class sighed almost in unison. They knew what was coming next--- test results. Mr. Sanders gave the most difficult and impromptu tests, and they always counted at the end of each school year.

asn’t on a scholarship. He had failed a test the previous year and was issued a warning from the school scholarship

not again. Mr. Sanders was done handing scripts to the desks in front of the class, smiling at those who had a D or an

owned greatly at her, so one thing was certain for sure. The test paper bore a small A at the corner in a circle. That was typical of Mr. Sanders; he wrote As or Bs in the

efinitely sad, just because I missed an L in Lincoln.” Jules turned to peep at her test paper while she buried her face in her palm as though mourning her grade. “Oh, come on, P! A B+! That’s

; let’s face the business for today. World War….” There was an interruption at the door. Jayden Iver. Jules’s countenance changed at the sight of him. She hated him. Now Mr. Iver, can you not walk into my class with your music playing out loud?” There was a lot of murmuring. “Say please,” Jayden retorted in the arrogant manner he was known for. “Oouuh

his phone off; although, shuffling his feet and extending hi-fives to anyone that cared to receive one. He took a seat next to Penelope, and he winked at her. She turned red at the cheeks. He, too, got a B+ on the test. That was the mystery no one could unfol

the end of Mr. Sander's torture. Everyone sprang up from their seats with a lot of noise

sadness soon metamorphosed into anger. He was angry at everything. At his brain for not being attentive nor retentive, at Mr. Sanders for everything he was, at the rich kids for not understanding w

ef because it coalesced with his personality, artistic and calm. So, with his small and rough

aydenas Romeo and Juliet, you know," Penelope said to an already irritated Jules with a shy grin on her face. “Like Jayden Iver is going to want to

like they were known for and paused whenever a girl walked past. For this, girls walked in pairs and never alone to ease the te

when any girl passed and laughing out loud when she developed wobbly feet. It was fun for them. No girl dared to walk that path alone. Except, of course, Rebecca Shayne, the most popular female in schoo

g their breath subconsciously and avoiding eye conta

hey both took seats in the front row as they