“He won’t stop staring.
“What?” I ask.
“How much do you weigh?”
“Wow. Is that how you talk to every girl you meet? That explains so much.”
“I’m about one hundred seventy-five pounds,” he says. “Of muscle.”
I stare at him. “Would you like an award?”
“Well, well, well,” he says, cocking his head, the barest hint of a smile flickering across his face. “Look who’s the smart- now.”
“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” I say.” 

I giggle as I read a bit of Unravel me by Tahereh Mafi, even though it's a serious book it has it's moment when i just can't help but laugh. I looked up from my book to see that the teacher still haven't arrived.

When i ran into the classroom for at least ten minutes ago, my eyes were shocked to see that Mr Jung wasn't in the classroom at all. He has never been late even once. But lucky me for not getting detention. YEY! Waiting for the teachers arrival the student in my class sat in groups and talked, Geonshik had pushed two benches together by the window and slept in the sunlight He's to much of a cat.. gosh, a smile crept up on my face as I saw him yawn and stretch like a cat and we should not forget my friends that sat next to me and discussed the newest kpop song