There he was.
I sat there just thinking when a teacher walks into the class. He must be new, I've never seen him before.
He looks familiar though.
I push that thought away telling myself he looks like any white man with dark brown hair.
He introduces himself as mr castle and proceeds to teach the lesson. Geography was never a subject I understood but he seemed to explain it really well.
What I had failed to notice before was that my headteacher, deputy head and a few other teachers were also in the room, observing.
I could tell it was his first time teaching.
I had my pen in my hand daydreaming when I noticed him pick on me to answer a question, I had never been one to enjoy that. My throat became all dry and I could barely speak. Thankfully, I managed to croak out a barely audible "I'm not sure" hoping me heard, which he somehow did considering I hardly heard myself say it.
I lied. I did in fact know the answer but was too scared to say it. Why? I don't know.
During lunch that same day I couldn't stop thinking about how familiar he looked. The hair, the forehead, the eyebrows. It all looked too familiar-I couldn't see more of his face due to his face mask.
Then it hit me. Lucien castle. He looked exactly like Lucien castle.
