Moonlit Sonata in a Dark AlleyThe teacher talked and talked and talked. I, the first student, best grades, always listening, was *not* listening. I wasn't taking notes; I was busy sketching. My notebooks were filled with sketches; I had started doing it a few months ago. Since... well... since I found out I was in love. His figure filled every page... and I couldn't help it. He sat a few seats in front of me, and I stared at him, amazed, searching for every detail, studying him...
His spiky semi dark-light brown hair jinxed me, just like his dark eyes, black, deep. His glance nerved me sometimes. The simple fact of him looking at me got me nervous. And at the same time, it caused me an extreme joy to know that I did, and could always count on Hillel Sven's honest friendship.
"Mr. Vallyes, could you please repeat the question Mr. McCornall just asked?"
I flinched when I heard my name, and I looked at the impatient teacher in front of the blackboard. He must have noticed I wasn't paying attention at all...