LUNA'S SECRET

I.

I sat at my desk, fingers idly tapping against the surface, my mind a million miles away from the professor's voice. Mostly those around me seemed engrossed, scribbling notes or nodding in acknowledgment as they listened attentively to Mr. Hoffman as he explains to us another complex algebraic equation. 

I glimpsed towards the window. A bird flitted from branch to branch, dancing with the wind. My attention wavered, and the teacher's words became a distant murmur, a soundtrack to my daydreams, almost as soothing as white noise echoing amidst a tranquil rain. I glanced at the clock, willing the minutes to move faster, my mind already drafting escape plans for the impending lunch break.

Don't get me wrong. I am not one of those students who just goes to school just because. Not to sound arrogant, but I have always been pretty confident of my intellectual capacities. However, I had already studied for the things Mr. Hoffman was teaching us today. I already knew everything he was saying.

A subtle tap on my shoulder interrupted my amusement for the birds. The person sitting beside me gestured towards our teacher who already had his eyes fixated on me. Mr. Hoffman, now gesturing animatedly at the board, seemed to notice my lack of participation. I met his gaze briefly, offering a nod of nonchalance.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, my classmates began to gather their belongings while I closed mine with a sigh of relief. I head off to my next class, calmly navigating the flow of students in the hallway where I caught glimpses of familiar faces. Some wore expressions of urgency, perhaps rushing to their next class, while others exuded a casual nonchalance that hinted at a more laid-back approach.

Entering the room for my next class, several students clustered together in a corner as they engaged in conversations about the latest gossip, weekend plans, and the trials of upcoming exams. Somewhere by the end of the hallway, two I-don't-know-who's indulged themselves in a wet, sloppy, lip-locking session.

Taking my seat, I let my mind settle in, preparing myself for another set of lectures and discussions.

Suddenly, the door swung open, stealing everyone's attention, including mine. A tall figure entered the room. Heads turned, and eyes widened as the unfamiliar face entered through the doorway. The collective murmur of whispers greeted the strange newcomer.

He introduced himself with a confident smile, "Good morning, class. I'm Mr. Hanson, your new Literature teacher."

He was tall, with an effortless poise that commanded attention. Dark, tousled hair framed a face that complemented a captivating blend of handsomeness and professionalism. Dressed in a well-tailored suit, he seemed to have stepped out of the pages of a visual novel. 

He continued to say additional details about himself and about what happened to Mrs. Gregory, our previous Literature teacher. His voice was a rich baritone that echoed through the room. The words were simple, but the way he delivered them resonated with a quiet authority, almost sexy even, capturing the attention of everyone in class.

The atmosphere in the room became colored with a different kind of energy. Students who were once slouched in their chairs now sat up a little straighter, their eyes focused on the charismatic figure at the front. 

He was tall, with an athletic build, suggesting a combination of strength and grace-- sharp jawline, a straight nose, and a pair of piercing grey eyes that held a depth of intelligence. His presence was magnetic, successfully captivating the eyes of the entire class.

His eyes scanned the room, meeting the gaze of each student with a friendly calming smile. It was as if he could flutter every pulses of the class with a single glance. The subtle curve of his lips hinted at an approachable demeanor, eradicating any hints of intimidation his striking appearance might have initially invoked.