𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝑡𝑤𝑜 | 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘

BROOK

I looked around briefly, the seat next to me was still empty, and I already know what that means. Sebastian is late for the lecture again, and that in Enders class.

Getting late at Enders is really the personal signature to hell. A sale of the soul. Maybe I really slightly exaggerated, but this man shows no mercy.

I held my pen tightly with my fingers when I listened to Professor Enders. Today we once again went through the continents. I copied Professor Enders' text when the door opens.

There was an echo in the hall, as the door squeaks a little every time it opens because it has been broken for years. This also means that Enders does not miss any latecomers. Enders turned around from the noise Sebastian made and looked at the innocent student.

He look is made with anger and disappointed. "Can I ask you where you come from, Mister Allen?" He scratches his head, but like Sebastian is, he doesn't hold his mouth close and immediately says what gets him in his head.

"I overslept." "That's not an excuse." I looked around. All students are looking at the two, but we all know how Enders reacts to people who don't show up for the class on time. This man takes his job far too seriously. I understand that you want to teach the not-so-disciplined something, but if you do it in this way, it only brings him personal hatred. "Get out and wait until I come to you."

"Will that doesn't take the time you sir need? Like the students and just like yourself." Sebastian really can't keep his mouth shut. On the one hand, he is the quiet of the two of us, but as far as the professors are concerned, he likes to mess up with them. Mostly with Enders. "Out." When the voice became stronger of Mr. Enders and this one famous vein, which always arises on his forehead when he gets angry or upset, insists out. "If you think it's necessary," Seb shrugged his shoulders and locked the door again after he walked out.

That means the next hour or, rather, years of detention, because of Sebastian's words. But what can I say, he was right. Mr. Enders's "answers" to the students who came late take my time, that of everyone else here, and also that of his own lessons. He wants to teach us something but discusses it longer than he teaches someone something. Although he is still paid, whether he is in front and says something, or sits with us and doesn't talk.

"Read page 294 and work on tasks one and two, I'll be right back." and the stubborn head ran out of the hall.

However, the bang didn't make anyone loud, like at school, where you just waited for the teacher to close the door so that you can talk to your seat neighbor. Everyone was quiet, well, some. They were quiet, only the very quiet whispering of the people could be heard. But most went to their phone or changed sides on the laptop, from the required book to some online shops.

I just started with the task, so I can also give Sebastian the solution right away. When in detention, he has to answer the tasks on 10 different pages and certainly write off 20 pages from the book. Due to the start, which is often simply the tasks in the lesson at Enders, he may be finished faster.