Life of Duck

2: Classes

(Still 1st person)

     My first class would be math *intensified groaning*, my next was ELA, then art, and then P.E. This is the worst arrangement of classes ever. I'' get tired from math and ELA, then I'll be too sleepy to do anything else properly. Oh well.

     "Attention, students, get to your classes, you have 5 minutes. Go," the loudspeaker said. I checked my schedule again to see the class numbers. For math, 45, ELA, 41, art, 50, and P.E down at the gym. First was math, so I quickly went back up the staircases to my math class. 

     I went in and saw that there were about half of the kids already there. I wasn't exactly quiet when I stumbled in, so everyone turned and looked. They all seemed shocked when they looked at my wings. It's a bit rare to find a duck that has wings with a different color besides from the range white-black at the tips from the rest of their body. 

     I just awkwardly sat down at the desk farthest from the teacher and waited. I looked at the clock, it was almost 9:00. Why is the teacher not here?

(3rd POV)

     It was 9:00. The bell rang, and everyone was confused. No one knew why the teacher hadn't arrived yet. Some were just bored, and a few were worried, including Y/N. Y/N, even though they don't like people very much, they still kind of cared. 

     Just as a few were about to leave, the teacher waddled in. Or, tried to, at least. With a broken leg, getting places wasn't easy.

     "Haha, sorry that I'm late class. I just tripped while coming here and had to take a rest, that's all," the teacher said. Y/N sensed it wasn't just that, but decided not to ask until either after school, or at lunch. To them, preferably at lunch, so they'd know sooner about what was wrong. They looked at the teacher to remember what he looked like; Dark gray feathers, an orangey yellow beak, and a black business suit, probably to look professional. 

     "By the way, I'm also in 5th grade, the school is really short on teachers," he said. There isn't a lot of students, either, so the beginning of the day would always be math. There's around 25 people in each grade level.

     The teacher was just talking about simple math things, like fractions, decimals, angles, and everything boring. At random, while describing something about reciprocals, he trips over the ankle of his non-broken leg and falls on his broken leg. He quietly winces in a lot of pain, and stands back up, continuing the lesson.

     After math, was ELA and art. Nothing eventful happened in either, save for a few dropped paints and ripped papers. Each class was only one hour long. You get 5 minutes to get to each class. There usually isn't much homework. Nobody would get homework, as it was the first day. At 11:10, the bell rang for lunch. Everyone got up and went to the cafeteria, which was separate from the school. It was to the left when you walked towards the school. The gym was to the right. Once Y/N got to the cafeteria, they started looking for their math teacher, Mr. John. (lol sorry for bad names) Y/N saw him, and started walking towards them to ask the question.

(hhshwas I edited so the 515 word count is off sorry)