Chapter 49 History Repeats Itself

• Back then in middle school, I was always happy to go to school. In fact, I was one of those kids who would probably advocate for extending school days to Saturdays and Sundays — that was just how much I loved going to school. Not because of anything special, but just because of the fact that going to school created a routine for me, and I loved having a routine. I knew that I had to wake up and prepare for school, I had to attend that class and that class, I had to do my assignments after school, study a little, have a good time with dad when he gets back from work, and eventually fall asleep in his arms, only to resume the same routine the next day, and I loved that.
• But on that faithful day, I was more than happy to get to school, all because I knew that I was going to meet Hazel.
• I remembered how we had kissed, and just the mere thought of it was blowing my mind away.