But the second the door closed behind me, it was on. I raced back to my empty classroom, my feet barely touching the ground. I threw the door open to the darkened room, and it slammed closed behind me. Squeezing my hands into the tightest balls, I squealed and ran in place, my knees nearly knocking into my chin. Like a thirteen-year-old girl who’d just found out her favorite boy band was coming into town. It wasn’t pretty. But I couldn’t find one hidden place inside me that cared. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed below my breath, my hammering heart pumping an erratic elation through my veins. I couldn’t wait to tell him. Dancing around like a complete spaz, I grabbed my phone from my purse, unable to contain the grin plastered across my face. My fingers flew across the screen as I texted Christopher. Guess what?!?! He answered almost immediately, as if the hours had passed too slowly like they had for me and he couldn’t wait to hear the news.
