Across the room I caught her eyes. We looked away with nonchalant ease. I ran my fingers through my hair and fixated on the text. The classroom echoed with the occasional fidget and ruffling. The Scarlet Letter. This was the second time I had to fake my way through this book. I wondered if they choose to assign it because adultery was a growing malaise in our country. Divorce is higher than ever. With my parents married, albeit unhappily, I couldn’t relate to its message of unfaithful ostracism. My glance darted back in her direction and, out of the corner of my eye, I watched as she twirled her flowing hair with primness. I did my best to avoid making my obvious interest known to her.
William Dare 