Little Do You Know

V

"Quiet people have the loudest minds." –Stephen Hawking.

Above is a picture of Cecily Bongram who is played by Ha Yeon-Soo

Cobrain

"As we all know, Edgar Allan Poe was one of the most known English geniuses in the history of English Literature. He's fascinated generations of readers with his haunting poetry and tales of horror. Does anyone perhaps know why Poe focused mainly on writing sinister, depressing works?" Mrs. Wales, our English teacher, asked.

She was in her late 50s and looked like she'd just gotten out of hell. Her hair was grey- the same color as coal, and it was extremely disheveled to the point that it looked like she hadn't brushed it in years. She had those plain, scolding dark brown eyes that seemed to have been made of literal shit. I believe it was easy to say that Mrs. Wales was far from attractive.

My eyes subconsciously darted toward the wooden analog clock that was hung atop of the chalk board. It read 8:46, meaning there was about less than 15 minutes left for the period to end. I was extremely thankful for that fact, hating every moment of this class. Because, well, I already knew everything we were learning.

This school functioned in a weird way, completely different from my old school at least. Then again, we never really learned anything in my old school- it was all just, well, getting into fights and sleeping.

There were five sections for each year, A, B, C, D, and E. It was simple; class 1 was what others would call grade 9 in high school. 2 was grade 10. 3 was grade 11, and finally 4 was grade 12.

For each section, the schedule differed each day. Luther, Matt, Max and I were in grade 4B, and our schedule was three different lessons each day. From 7 till 9 on a Sunday, we had Physics, Calculus, and English Literature. On Monday we had History, Chemistry, and English Language. Tuesday it was Calculus, Geography, and Biology. Wednesday being, Creative Writing, Ancient Mythology, and Informatics. On Thursday we had Psychology, Lab Science, and Art. Finally, on Friday we had Sex Education, Home Economics, and Engineering. Honestly, I didn't mind that they were overworking us- due to the fact that I couldn't care less.

After that, from 9 to 12, were apparently the physical education studies. Martial Arts, Gymnastics, Yoga, Sports, and Self-Defense were the classes given at that time period. Honestly, I've never tried any type of Martial Art before- I mean it didn't really exist in where I came from.

Suddenly, I felt a hand slam on my desk, causing me to almost jump out of my seat in surprise. However, I managed to straighten up without anyone noticing and I put on my usual, emotionless façade.

"Cobrain, were you listening to me young man?" Scowled the teacher.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

That just caused her to scowl further; she repeated the question, "I asked; what was the reason as to why Poe mainly wrote depressing, sorrowful works."

Oh, still in that question. Because his fucking life was miserable- that's why.

I didn't utter a word, I couldn't; not in front of the entire class. Suddenly, a familiar feminine voice spoke up softly from the back of the class. Causing everyone to look at her.

"Edgar Allan Poe suffered many tragic losses in his short lifespan. He was orphaned at the young age of 2 and taken in by foster parents, but was never formally adopted." Cecily cleared her throat and looked at me, her pale cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, yet she still continued. "Poe quarreled bitterly with his foster father due to both of their stubbornness." She bit her lip and looked more like angel than she did before- if that was even possible. "Um...he married his cousin, Virginia at the age of 27. She however, died about ten years later, due to an agonizing battle with tuberculosis." She concluded, looking down as she was extremely uncomfortable with the stares.