My legs shook as I nervously waited in the Biology room near the window. My peach book bag was slung over my shoulder while I clung my textbook to my chest. “Are you waiting for someone?” I snapped my head up at Mr. Scott who was now standing in the doorway across from me.  “Yes,” I said, snapping my head to look over my shoulder and out the window in an attempt to hide the blush that was creeping across my cheeks. I alwa...