I am barely listening to Mr Banks,our maths teacher.His lips move but I hear nothing.Ben's words keep reverberating in my head,stabbing me in my heart but I take comfort in the fact we haven't broken up.

　　Mr Banks throws a question to the class,someone answers and he nods in approval.I count the seconds until the bell rings but a peek at my wristwatch shows I've been in the class for less than ten minutes.A period is supposed to last forty minutes but I don't think I will ...