The ringing of the bell shattered the peace in the hallway, and suddenly, students started pouring out of their classrooms. They seemed relieved that their class had finally ended, and the corridor filled with their voices, bags slung over shoulders, books in hand, and the shuffling of papers.
People greeted each other, made plans for the break, and hurried along. For me, it was a reminder to pick up my pace. Navigating through the bustling students wasn't easy, but I was determined to reach Alice's classroom before she had a chance to leave.
I quickened my steps, weaving through the students as I headed towards her classroom. It was a race against time, and I didn't want to miss the chance to talk to her. My mind was filled with thoughts of what I would say, how I would explain myself, and whether she would even want to listen.
