Sweet disposition

Class began the same way as it always did. September had arrived, vacations were now a mirage of a good time that elapsed too fast to me remembered as a whole. Tanned skin and light hair would soon be gone (would'n it be wonderful they could stay forever) and the saltiness that followed her around for two months became city fog and rushed overtime.

There he was on the board, the new teacher, writing in chalk something incomprehensible that assembled to

Mathematics, 

1st class. 2nd September 013

Welcome!

The class was still on a sleepy mood, probably indulging about the recent-ended holidays and not crediting that real life had knocked on the door and entered without permition. An empty room would be filler than that one...

She was miles away, trapped in a single day - the 20th of August, a simple Tuesday - that begun as any summer day on holiday break: waking up in the morning, breakfast, swimming suit on and a whole day ahead of sunny beach and warm sea. And that was pure happiness, plain and simple bliss waiting for her every morning, every day till the end. But that morning, that simple sunny Tuesday morning, something else was there by the shore. Sitting on the sand, a blue eyed boy was expecting her.

Sweet disposition.
To that day no one else had seen her so bright, so shiny, so willing to be what she always wanted and never had the chance. Life had changed. She had changed.
I'm not in love, she repeated insistently, I'm not in love, I'm not in love...