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"Today we're reviewing chapter 12. Those who were absent yesterday, luck is wished. Shouldn't have missed school."
My teacher chuckled to himself.
See, he was the kind of teacher who wanted to try so hard to make the kids think he's cool. He would always go out of his way to try to seem 'caught up' with the media. You know, the whip and nae-nae shit.
He continued to drone on his subject. I barely payed attention. I just sat, staring at his bald head with my mouth slightly open. The light on it changes when he moves, it kinda shines around in different places. It was far more interesting than figuring out what Judicial Review meant. Apparently we were taught that in 8th grade, but seriously, who the hell remembers something from that long ago??
"So, everyone get out your reviews. Turn them in right here." He patted the top of the basket.
Everyone began to slouch up like zombies, limping to his desk to toss their papers in and limp back. It used to make me insanely nervous to walk to the teacher's desk while everyone else was sitting down. If I had to go to the bathroom or something like that, I'd nearly have to piss my pants before I would decide to awkwardly shuffle out of the room. I never knew where to put my hands when I walked.
"Austin, paper?"
I snapped out of my trance. The teacher must have noticed that I had forgotten my paper before I began to realize it too.
"Uhh, I forgot it. In my locker I think." I blurted out, having to clear my throat because my voice was groggy.
"You have 2 minutes to go get it. Hurry up."
He pushed his glasses up his long, bony nose while my tired muscles went to work. I pushed myself up from the desk pretty weakly, stumbling out of the room.
I itched the back of my neck, stretching my arms into a yawn. I had gotten absolutely no sleep, since I stayed up puking and drawing the whole night.
I noticed Rhiannon scurry past me. She probably was in deep shit with her teacher too. I followed her a bit down the boring white hall. Was it school, or prison?? God, they need something on these walls besides flyers.
She was breaking into a full on sprint now. I didn't have the energy to sprint, so I stopped to take in a deep breath.
"Rhiannon!!" I yelled breathlessly her way. I'm not much of an athletic person. When we played dodgeball in elementary, you better believe I was the kid curled up in a ball getting pelted by dodgeballs left and right. I was quite scronny too. Of course, Garrett was buff.
She winded her body around, skidding her feet to a stop. She walked slowly my way.
At first I thought she was smiling. A ridiculously big smile. I didn't really know what to do. I just smiled back, bigger than hers.
As she came closer I began to notice she wasn't smiling. She was bawling. Her lip quivered in such a way to make it looked like she was smiling from afar.
I quit smiling quickly.
Oh God, I probably looked insane.
"What's wrong??" I tried to cover up the fact that I was smiling like an idiot while she cried her eyes out.
I guess this wasn't the first time I had seen her cry. She always reminded me of a sad puppy, and I instantly felt bad. Like a bullet to the heart.
She just shook her head no, wiping her tears from her eyes with her fingers.
"I cry way too much..." She mumbled, breathily chuckling at herself. She was trying to make herself feel better. So was I.
