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With a quick creak and a thump, the heavy industrial door closed behind me. I took a short breath, filtering out the staleness lingering in my nostrils and filling my lungs with the deep, fresh fall air. It was a beautiful day. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, and smiled with pleasure. It was warm and lovely. I suddenly felt very good in my gray shorts and light white tee shirt.
I was enjoying the second week of my freshman year at university in a quaint upstate town. Today, Tuesday, I had my literature class, mythology, and the always popular philosophy, which had yet to become popular with me. I felt really good. A chipmunk ran across the path, and I followed his progress with my eyes.
On the way to class, I walked with long strides and was surprised to hear someone call my name:
�Emily!� Tod called, again, as I turned and recognized him. �Hey, how are you doing?�
�I�m doing really great,� I said, feeling even more pleased with myself. �How are you?�
�Good, great, too. Hey, what class are you going to? Maybe we�re going the same way.�
�I have class in Smith Hall,� I told him.
�Oh, too bad,� he responded. �My class is over in Taylor. So I guess I�ll see you later then.�
�Yeah, sounds good.�
He headed away down the forked path, and I went my way, only taking a little peek around to see if he was looking back at me. He wasn�t, so I swung around quickly before anyone could notice what I was doing. He was probably the cutest boy I�d ever had pay attention to me, and it was really flattering to have his attention, sometimes. I felt all butterfly-y and pleased. And he was cute. My friends were encouraging me�.but I wasn�t really sure yet. I mean, it was my freshman year, and it was the first time in my life a guy had actually sorta chased me. It was fun.
Thinking these thoughts I got to my literature class, and found a seat near the back. It was a pretty small room, and though I was starting to be comfortable, I wasn�t ready to talk in class yet. Or maybe ever. I opened my notebook and wrote the date in the margin.
Yawn. I shifted in my hard plastic lecture desk, restless, as the last few minutes crept by on the clock. Philosophy was so dull! I doodled. I hid Tod�s initials in the little drawings and felt the butterflies again. I scratched them out, afraid someone might see them and tell him.
��.remember, we have a test on Friday, and enjoy the beautiful day!�
At last! My cue. I straightened up abruptly and opened my bag to stuff the books into.
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