The World's Aftermath [ON MAJOR EDIT]

Chapter 8 [Cleo]

There's this method Mr. Goodman likes to use. He calls it 'The Blind Knowledge', I know that's just another way to drag everyone's interest in his Social Studies period. If it were called in an honest way, it's known as a pre test with your names not put on the paper.

"Alright, my minions, get your piece of paper out! It's Monday, you all know what comes first, it's Blind Knowledge!" Mr. Goodman hollers excitedly. I'm not surprised, no one is, there's at least one teacher we know that goes a little cre-cre. It's like he's really kicking it for the life of teaching.

"Today is geography born in our old town, right here," he points his finger downward, showing the 'here we are' kind of thing.

"Does it have to be Asphrone?" Someone asks, not bothering to raise a finger.

"Yes," Mr. Goodman says, a sudden opposite tone. "I'd never let you all choose another town, we don't even know what's out there."

Then only the air says a call, everyone else stayed quite, I wasn't sure why, but when class does that, I don't let myself get confused, I just sit there watch the pencil draw curved lines underneath.

"We have land," Mr. Goodman continuous, it's the time when he's soaking up some seriousness. "Food and support comes around every month, I hear people are heading out for the lack of eagerness. Think about, do you really want to leave? And after you think about that, ask yourselves, is it any good to write a sentence not about your own town?" He moves his glances around, targeting anyone making any odd looks, then he pauses right at me, as if he was answering me a question. "I trust it here, my students.
Past doesn't belong here forever, it gets to be a lesson."

It explains why everyone's taking simulation tests, it sounds pointless to do it until you know the real reason.

"Sir, may I read the papers out loud?" Kylie raises her hand, she always seems to desperately touch the ceiling, even though she's the only one who's fighting for it.

"Of course, Kylie," he says with a small smile.  "Everyone pass out your papers to Ms. Rogers."

Panicking already, I realize I haven't even gotten my pencil out. One by one, Kylie's quick hands collects the mess of papers everyone had given to her, except mine is still untouched. And instead, I slide it back under my desk. It wouldn't hurt anyone, I just couldn't stand feeling stupid and be the last one. I cross my fingers, praying Mr. Goodman won't count the papers.

'The Blind Knowledge' thing requires one person to read everyone's writing out loud, and obviously, no one knows who wrote it since there's no need for anyone to write their names. Sometimes, my instincts tells me this is just so your writing won't be made fun of. Especially after class, and from the person who's reading it out loud today. But to my good luck, I leave this class with no heavy worried feeling.

As I walk out the door, I'm a hundred percent sure no one has given me those weird looks. It once happened in fourth grade, people in class cared too much about everyone returning the paper, that they even noticed the last paper missing, which of course was mine.

"Hey," Kylie bumps unintentionally before my hands could grab the locker. "Don't act like that," she smiles, I couldn't tell if she was born in a castle full of princesses, or from an evil smile a witch could give.

"I know you wrote nothing on your paper," she says. It gets weird when she's talking to me all of a sudden. I'm not one of the popular kids.