After Hours

Chapter 1: Bohannon

   It was a normal Friday afternoon. Boring, and annoying. Waiting for the school day to end takes forever. I was finally on to my last class of the day.

   The tardy bell had just rung and I sat down. I began to call out attendance, and a student had gotten up to sharpen his pencil. Great. "Gabriel, sit down while I'm taking attendance, how many times do I have to say this?" I exclaimed. He just gave me a glare, finished sharpening his pencil, and sat back down.

   After attendance, I got up and asked the class about our daily "history today". Since I taught history, I thought it was pretty clever having these, and also convenient; or so I thought. It was made to quiet down the kids, and get them to do something productive. Had it ever worked? Nope. They were still talking away.

   "Who has the first part of our history today?" I asked, and two students, who always seem to battle over who got it first, sprung their hands up high.

   The first student was Elijah, a very smart student. If I was to pick my top student, it would probably be him. He always maintained a 100 in my class, and in most of his other classes.

   The other student's name was Trinady. She always seemed to like to read outloud. Everytime I asked who wanted to read our history book, she raised her hand. I've never seen a child so desperate to read in my 18 years of teaching. If I had to pick a second best student, it would be her.

   Elijah had raised his hand about a millisecond before Trinady, so I called out on him. He read it outloud, I gave my fair-share of the topic, then I asked about the second. This time only Trinady raised her hand up high. I then called on her, and did the same as before.

   Soon, we were onto the assignment. It was just answering questions from the book. While they were doing that, I put on relaxing music. While they were doing that, I thought about my life. What I was doing with it; why I was here. I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't even see the student standing at my desk. It was Trinady, coming up to ask a question.

   She always had to ask a question about what we were working on. "Are we supposed to do this" or "How do we do that?". I was honestly so irritated that I always gave in to what she asked. "Hey Mr. Bohannon, on number two, can we skip this part?" She asked. I replied with "Okay", and she went back to her seat.

   Eventually, the class was over and everyone had left. I had some papers that needed to be copied, fore tomorrow we had a movie to watch and it needed a worksheet, because who allows their student to watch a movie without any work? Not me. I then grabbed my paper, and my copy paper, and I headed to the copy room.

   While I was on my way, I thought about the way my life is. I thought about my love life, and how I've been alone for many years. While walking, I bumped into another one of my co-workers. While all of our papers fell to the floor, I apologized. "Oh, my bad about that. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going" I then bent over to pick up the papers, and I looked up to see two bright blue orbs staring at me. It was Kenneth Reuschel.