Nowhere to go, no one to be

do not fuck students

"As you know, last year was the time of proffesor Marshall retirement. Or maybe you don't know, I don't care. Guys on the back, if you won't calm down, I'm giving you 3 pages of exercises on tomorrow!"

As always, the school year must have begun with a various teachers discourses. I was mindlessly staring into the chemical elements table, trying to remember some of the exercises I did this summer. Which frankly speaking was none.

"Thank you. Anyway, who's coming after her isn't an average teacher. After some of our students won the math contest, proffesor Wallace decided to teach here"

There was a murmur passing through the class; everyone seemed to know who that man was.

"Walter Wallace!" - squealed the girl with whom I shared my desk, Ruka - "I've seen him on television when I was like, five, you know? He was the youngest laureate of the Leroy Steele's award!"

I raised my eyebrows, not really knowing why was it so worth of attention. An extrodinary man was about to teach us maths. All the teachers here were "extraordinary" and have won "international awards".

"Those who will be lucky enough to study under him, I want you to show him how good you are. That you're no worse than those older" - continued our supervisor, miss Clarckson.

The second time that day I shivered. The school building was never heated properly, and autumns and winters here were always freezing. It was hard, paying attention, and I must be continuing to do so for another two hours at least.

"Well, coming to the end of that small talk, I wanted to give a voice to your student council, Julienne. Then we'll start talking about chemistry curriculum for that year"

Julienne was the girl in our school. Best student, appearing to be perfect persona that only wants success in her life. I somehow even respected her for that. She stood in front of us, tall, svelte, with perfect (but slightly too excesive) makeup. I could imagine her starting her own business, making a sick amount of money, marrying a man respecting her independence, making one perfect child (and face lifting on a way), then divorcing, and at the age of fourty being found with wrists cut in the bathroom. Because I was less ambitious, I was hoping to live up to fifty at rock-bottom.

"She annoys me so fucking much" - Ruka growled in my ear - "Look at her makeup, she tries so hard to be prettier than she really is"

For the record, Ruka was not my friend. She talked to me only because I was doing worse than her. Academically. She needed someone who she wasn't threatened of. And I was no threat in her eyes.

"People, I don't wanna talk to much" - started Julie - "You were the best 2 graders last year. I would very much wish for it to repeat. Everyone who till now were giving themselves a head start should work much harder now (she gave me a stern look which I bravely endured). Now that we'll be taught by professor Wallace, we cannot make any mistakes."

She nodded her head, ending her very fierce speech. Coming to her seat, she gave me another look, which this time I ignored. She never gave me so much attention.

"Very well said" - complimented her mrs Clarckson - "Now I'll give you your class schedules, and you take out your textbooks already"

I was waiting for a bus that was already five minutes late, which irritated me greatly. Involountarily, I was moving my head in a rhytm of a song plaing in my head. For an average stranger I could look like some weirdo. Luckily for me, my high school was placed on some outskirts, not so crowded as the main city. Nearby there was only a clinic in which medicine students were having their practices, and they were as normal as me.

"Listening to something?"

And despite this, I wasn't alone. I raised my head to see slim, tall man wearing too big coat. He must have just arrived.

"No, I have an epileptic attack" - I mumbled, thinking he was a student.

"I won't call you an ambulance. Don't wanna spend money for a short call. You must take care of it yourself"

Irritated, I nodded my head. What else should I do, hang myself?

He was standing there for some time, smoking his cigarrete. He was observing the street, and I continued moving my head. I wanted to disrupt him even more, but he no longer was paying attetion.

"You attend to this highschool?" - he finally asked, not looking at me, but somwhere else, somwhere far away.

"Nope, I'm a cleaner there. You could fuck me if you'd like"

That was the moment when he looked at me. His eyes were dark and stern (more stern that Julienne's), and partially covered by messy, dark hair.

"I don't fuck students. See you in there"

He crushed his cigarette and walk away in the high school direction. I went back to listening to the voices.