Tysonia was gone and I found myself back in my classroom here at Hollandus United High School.
I was surrounded by some students snickering.
Right in front of me was Mrs. Reynosa wearing an emerald green blouse and matching pants.
“What just happened?” I quietly asked.
“Tyson, you were on cloud nine when I talked about cumulonimbus clouds.” Mrs. Reynosa calmly told me. I heard some other kids laugh and I just facepalmed for my mind escaping yet again.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Reynosa. I swear you’re not boring.” I apologized.