No pieces missing

Chap 2

warnings: none

Inks pov

"alright class, settle down," Mr. Lee tries. I don't pay attention, knowing he isn't addressing me. I'm not being loud, I'm doodling in the back row on one of those 'different tables'. You know the ones, they have different shapes to make the class more 'fun.'
Usually I would take the foam mats between the two book shelves, but it was already crowded by three people.  The yoga balls have been claimed too. That was it, two balls, a mat and a weird angled table. That was what was supposed to make us feel different and less trapped. Take a bow Education System, you've outdone yourself.

I tap my foot along to one of my favourite songs, Fireflies. Its something about the boops that tickles the brain just right. I wonder if there is something about it, like a scientific fact. I tend to like trivia, saying weird facts at random times. Maybe I can add this to the list.

My pencil glides around the paper again. I'm just doodling while Mr. Lee tries his hardest to get control of a class that doesn't listen. I honestly feel bad for him, it seems like such a difficult job.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Mr. Lee comes over to me.
"See here? Ink isn't being distributive. Try to follow Inks example" He says, using me again. I slowly sink into my chair as heads whip around to glare or laugh at me. 'Teachers pet' is thrown around a few times before everyone finally settles.

The teacher walks up to the front of the class, with a more satisfied look.
"alright, everyone can pass up thier homework. Make sure your name is on it, if there is no name, it's the trash cans lunch"
I look over at Dream, my eyes wide and full of horror
"We had.. homework?"
Dream sighs "Yes. A three page essasy from last week. Can't help you, buddy." He hands his paper to the row closest to him as it passes up. "You should have written it down. I got you an agenda, where did that go, Ink?" he asked, his voice taking on a scolding parent more then anything.

"I don't... know" I say, trying to calm down. I don't even remember if this was an important project.  What if its most of my grade? What if I fail?

Someone takes my hand and leads me to the hallway. They're golden hue let's me know its Dream.
"You were panicking. It was visable. The teacher gave the okay. Wanna walk around to calm down, then we can talk to him about an extension."

I don't respond as he leads me through the hallways. It's a calming technique for me, being able to walk. Although I've never been given special accommodations like the Special Ed kids, but its a common understanding I can leave class whenever it's needed.

We roam the halls for a bit, Dream holding my hand tight so I don't wander off. I usually end up in random classrooms with people laughing at me. We've already stopped at the cafeteria, Dream buying me strawberry milk. It's super comforting to drink, although the carton fuzz makes me feel weird. 

I always feel awful. Leaving the classroom. It feels like I'm getting my way after a tantrum. But I didn't have a tantrum. I just needed air, as Dream reminds me. I'm honestly so grateful for Dream. If he wasn't here, I would be so lost.

I remember when he first came to the school. A new kid that everyone flocked over. He was so joyful and postive, that even the worst bullies left him alone. He could have been friends with anyone, had hundreds of them to be exact, but for some reason I'll never understand, he chose me. And for that, I will always be grateful.