WARNING: Violence, talk and acts of abuse, bullying, etc. This book is more character than plot-based. I also wrote this EONS ago so I may not agree with the way I have portrayed some things as at today. Would really appreciate constructive feedback...
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In the few minutes I'd spent sharing a class with Angelo for the first time, I could tell that the universe operated by different rules whenever he was around. It was absurd.
And no I did not think it to be odd when a group of girls giggled and waved at him as we passed by them, but I did notice the whole class fell into silence for a brief second when he walked in. We decided to sit at the pair of easels on the left of the classroom, second row, the only seats left anyways.
He probably didn't understand himself the effect he had on them because he gave the waving girls a look I mostly interpreted as utter confusion. Honestly, he needed to work on finding the right expressions.
"He's so cute", the girls behind us whispered. "Love his hair" "I dare you to touch it" "I have a better idea"
A paintbrush suddenly flew from behind and landed on the floor between us.
See? How was that supposed to do anything? People suddenly just stopped making any sense!
Angelo looked down, sighed and reached down to pick the paintbrush. The look on the faces of the girls when he handed it back to them was priceless. "Try not to drop it again," He said.
"I swear on my life." The one who manged to form words breathed.
Almost immediately, three more paintbrushes flew over and landed next to us.
The bell rang and Mrs. Murphy stood up abruptly. "Alright class, everyone quiet down, no side talks,"
"Aw, man," someone lamented, the noise in the class reduced to quiet and she continued.
"We have a new student in our midst today. He's right over there. Can you stand up please, Mister?"
Angelo stayed seated, daydreaming out the glass that allowed people to see the hallway. I nudged him with my elbow.
"She's talking to you."
"You don't know that."
"Yes you, Mister with the many rings and the... yeah." Mrs. Murphy tried again, and this time Angelo turned to her reluctantly.
"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class, please?"
"No," he said, honestly.
Everyone laughed.
"Oh," The art teacher said and blinked twice, probably receiving a reply like that for the first time. "Well, in that case, let's continue with the class."
That was it? No principal's office for being uncooperative?
"He's so cool." someone whispered, chuckling. All he said was a word!
