I dream of wolves. Tons of them feasting on what was once called a moose. They rip and tear the flesh from its small lifeless body like they haven't ate in weeks, months. They rip all of the life from it, tear away of its approximate two years of life. Its heard watch from above, watch their young's flesh being torn into nothing, slaughtered by a pack of wolves. But the wolves have to, they have no choice, they have to survive.
Thats me. Im the moose, and the crowd and the people in it are my wolves. They depend on me for their meat, they gang up on me and tease me until I give up, but I fight, I continue to fight because I want to stay. One day this world will be fair and I want to be here when it does. As I try to draw a picture in my mind of the wolves and me, Mrs.Baer calls my name and expects me to answer. Again. She knows i wasn't paying attention and thats why she called on me, to mock me being in my own world when I should've been in hers paying attention. Shes the wolf. And I'm the moose. As i try to recall what the class discussion was even on, she stares at me, along with her pack of students. My white porclin cheeks turn red as I stumble over words "uh- um- I-" Shes one of those wolves that enjoy their prey to suffer. "Miss Avery why is it whenever I ask a question you cannot answer?" Shes a bitch I thought, can she just leave me alone?
I look in the corner of my eye and see my herd look at concerned. i bow my head, no longer able to keep this death silence go on any longer. I let my long, dirty blonde, wavy hair cover my face, feeling ashamed.. Mrs.Baer managed a nod and continued with the class discussion on Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven". I watch the clock the rest of class, refusing to let my wonder again, not in this this class.. Finally the bell rings and Im one of the first people to get up and try to get the hell out there, but Mrs.Baer wanted to finish me off "Ms.Avery can you stay behind for a moment or two?" or three or four. Not knowing what to expect I sit back down in my desk and watch her pack leave the room to go to lunch. Once everyone has left she stands from behind her desk and walks towards me. Mrs.Baer looked about thirty, tall, thin, I guess pretty in some angles. She would be beautiful if it weren't for her ugly personality. As her black high heels click on the floor towards me, wearing a sly smirk she starts to speak, "You see, you have a 92 average in this class which isn't bad, but I don't understand how your getting good grades when you don't bother to pay attention". She doesn't get it, I pay attention, I know whats going on, in fact I think I know more than I should. I let my mind wonder twice. Twice! And she thinks I have a problem with focusing, like c'mon lady stop an old bag and let it go. "I pay attention", I tell her "it may not seem like it, but i pay attention".
As she looks at me with nothing more to say, I get up from that god awful desk and start heading for the door. "Allison" she calls out to me. I turn my head halfway out the door and stare deep into her cold black eyes, waiting for what she has to say. "I know you pay attention, I think in fact, that you pay attention too well.." I nod and continue out of the dull high school class room and into the empty halls.
