Life According to Wyatt Smithers

The Request

The rain outside Room 216 was so dense that the mountains were barely visible. My seat was cold. I combed my hand through my hair contemplating the quadratic equation on the board. No, it was the #kimco that I was truly puzzled at. Why on earth I began as the thought disappeared out of futility.

Mr. Constantine, our new Algebra teacher had begun the day with attendance. I dozed off when his voice echoed louder through the room.

"Ramirez," he called.

"Here," a distraught voice responded from behind me.

"Rodigur."

No response.

"Absent." He scribbled what looked to be a check by Henry Rodigur's name.

"Smithers," he chanted.

Before I could answer the ceiling lights began to flicker and completely shut off. The room filled with whispers and one shriek from a boy in the front row.

"Oh hell no," began Shaniqua Alan. "How the hell am I supposed to finish my nails in the dark."

"Ok everyone, calm down. We will be alright," Mr. Constantine preached.

Lies.

I turned my head slightly to the right to examine the homework we had on the board. Beside it was the classroom door and outside I could see the Room 214. It was empty...but then I saw something strange. The reflection of an ebony hand was thin as if deprived of protein, its long fingers grasping for Room 216's doorknob.

However it's motion ceased when a pair of red eyes met mine. And then it was gone, withdrawing to the darkness of the upper east hallway.

The next thing that happened was the door of Room 216 opening. It wasn't the aberration, it was Noah Cole. He was a new student from what I gathered. My mind was still a flux with the aberration I didn't here what Mr. Constantine had said. With mind full of unanswered questions he stole my attention.

"Is anyone sitting in this seat?" he asked, pointing to an empty desk beside me littered with gum rappers.

His eyes were kind, not too mellow or too coarse, a light brown just as his hair.

"Um, no one's sitting there."

Noah sat undisturbed by the litter and stared at my eyes. I looked to him in bewilderment.
"Do you have a pencil I can use?" he requested.

A/N: So I hope you guys like the new direction my story's going with true events that actually happened mixed with fictional suspenseful events.

PS- half of the characters are based on real people from my life.