God's One Black Swan, and His Beautiful Black Feathers.

Chapter 2.

 I woke up the next morning, as early as 5 AM. I made me and my dad some pancakes with his own maple syrup, and handed him them while he was still in bed. When I got dressed, I decided to wear my binder, green boxers, baggy patched jeans, and a white tank top underneath an oversized black sweater. I brushed my teeth, which I was proud of, shoved my messy hair under a black winter beanie, and kicked through the snow to make the bus stop. I did the same thing I do everyday, draw. I sat on the leathery bus seat with my headphones on, and felt myself sinking into the pages yet again, I flew through the 1st period, but the 2nd seemed way too long. I wanted to see Mrs. Alarina so badly, I heard the bell ring, I bolted out of the classroom and walked into Mrs. Alarina's room, and there stood a substitute teacher, who I'd never seen before. I sat down in my chair and got my work out quietly.

In the middle of class I began getting fidgety, I stood up slowly. 'May I go do some laps around the hallway, miss?' Our substitute teacher, who I learned was named Ms. Gilbert, looked at me quietly, and seemed to study my figure for a second. "No, you may not. Now go. " I stood there, and tried to explain myself. 'Ma'am, I have a 504 I need to g–' She interrupted me rudely. "No. I already said no. You're not going to get special privileges because you're different. Now go." I sat back at my desk, I started chewing on my pencil, getting extremely fidgety. I put on my headphones, holding my head now and chewing on my sweater aglets. I listened to the teacher say my name to answer a question. "Kai, how did the cacao beans affect the Mayan peoples economy, community, and their overall society?"

I grabbed out my emotion cards, and showed her a page that said non-verbal on it. She rolled her eyes at me, I began to cry, I left the classroom without a word and asked to go home at the office. As soon as I got home with dad, I fell asleep. Crying must've made me tired, because when I woke up, it was Saturday morning. I woke up to hashbrowns and toaster waffles that were still warm on my nightstand, and with fresh clothes that were oversized and baggy, just how I liked them. I opened the note that was beside both of them. "Dear Kai, I got you fresh clothes and made you breakfast early, I hope you feel better kiddo, love you champ! Love, Dad." I felt a smile across my face, I put on the clothes, and ate the delicious breakfast my father had given me. I spent the rest of my day watching TV and relaxing, all the while being calm as ever.