Purely White

Addison

I get my schedule and head to my first hour class. When I get there, the students are in the middle of a test. Great, a test I won't have to make up. That lifts my spirits a little- well, unless the teacher is a bitch and makes me study something I was never introduced to.

I wait by the door, seeing the hour is almost over so I'll wait it out and appear second hour. Not even a minute later the bell rings and the kids stand up from the desks and run from the room. All I can hear is the movement of chairs and the murmur of kids talking, gradually getting louder and louder.

I walk into the classroom for math and look around for a good spot to sit at. I decide to sit somewhere near the middle of the rows of desks so it doesn't seem like I'm a brown-noser or that I'm avoiding the teacher. Neutral.

Kids start flooding through the doors and heading to their seats. I wait patiently for the teacher, Mr. Arkon, to walk into the room.

A boy approaches me holding an armful of books. He sets them down on my desk and looks me in the eye.

"Hey, sorry, that's my seat," the boy says. I look down at the desk then back up to the boy. He wore a red shirt with blue jeans and- I look down- the same converse as me. What a coincidence.

He looks at me through his black rimmed glasses and raises his eyebrows.

"Sorry, I prefer this desk to all the others," I say, and he looks like he's about to get irritated. Not my problem.

He tells me how this is his seat and no one changes seats here. I basically ignore him but then he says something again. And then an all out cussing war starts and before I know it he's being pulled from the room.

I look back down at his books still balanced in a pile on my desk and I slowly lift my arm and shove them off with a lot of force.

A few people laugh and I just smile to myself, open my book, and read.