Matter of Time

School break will be over in five days. So fast time passes, no one owns the ability to make it linger. As it is well understood that we must wait for the next break to relish the time together again, my twin and I utilized the holiday to the fullest. Even though I enjoyed the time spent with Adrian, on the other hand, I was eager returning to school. Undeniably, the bottomless pine for my science teacher rendered me the gusto. Missing her lecture, her voice, her face, her motion …entirety… I innocently miss that woman in any kind of way. If only I had her number, I wouldn’t give it a second thought to treat the teacher a dinner or even just a coffee or any occasion feasible, just to spend my time with her. Alas, it happened only in my dreams. The aspiration I’m dying to work on for. Beyond expectation between the dreams and the delirium, Miss Rina was meant to be the incontestable reality. It was to me kind of weird, yet, like it was all well-planned, along with an unconditional affection her alacrity provides me, she turned out to be my unintended, completed by her thorough awareness. The strife between me and her occurred indeed expeditiously in which I never thought that it would end up the same way. Looking back to the day I started to dislike her until the ire instigated me to trigger the incident, my perspective on her completely changed. In any case, it was my mistake, I won’t deny the fact and as a result, the blunder I created finally taken me to a transition. That was where I started to discover the escapade with a fervour which captivating my whole vista for the reason that the circumstances I was confronting has opened my eyes to analyse each matter that was by no means traversed my mind.
Well, so that’s Miss Rina who...

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...ar so great. You know I always enjoy being away from school.”
“Obviously.” Said Rina. I didn’t know what Rina has on her mind, I haven’t cared that much since Miss Sophia’s existence has flown me away to another side of my sanity.
Chit chatting about school, holiday, and school again, I felt vastly cosy spending time with these two definitions of beauty. I attempted to show my interest listening to the conversation between the teachers even though the themes they picked up were nothing interesting to me and left me wordless for I never cared much about the school and its activities. They were talking about sport, clubs and stuffs like that, yea… things I was never concerned about. In all conscience, I was somewhat sleepy. Thankfully, a call from Adrian ended up my sleepiness and I directed him to the restaurant. A few minutes later he arrived with Lisa, his sweetie.