"Smart," He mentioned before twisting his head to the board behind him. "Now, take a seat."
I pulled my chair in and rested my arm on the small desk which in my opinion was far too small to hold a text book, my arm and more papers. You know our economy's tight when we have to use desks from kindergarten schools. After extracting a pen from my jean's pocket, I noted down the date at the top of my exercise book. English was probably the only subject where I sustained neat handwriting. And to be honest, despite how dull reciting Shakespeare and constantly learning how to "read between the lines," can turn out to be, I would be lying if I said I didn't like English.
"This term will include a large project I expect all of you to complete by the beginning of next month." Mr Adams voiced in a clear English accent. A mention of the actual brief was lacking, but I was sure that the class would be informed sooner or later.
After quickly jotting this deadline on my hand, I sat back to assess how being taught by Mr Adams would be. He was clear in the way that he spoke, and his words were voiced in such a way that made me suspect whether he majored at a speech university. He didn't stammer. He didn't stutter. But one thing I noticed about his entire domineer was cockiness. That's at least one thing we had in common, I laughed. His teaching skills were evidently good and the lesson passed rather quickly after the slow beginning. The bell rang and with that reminder that I was free to go, I retrieved my bag from the floor and stuffed my books inside. I was just about to leave before a hand stopped me. What the hell? Turning my body, I was confronted by Mr Adams. He took his hand off of my shoulder and allowed it to slide to his side.
"I'm new here," He stated.
Is this all, Captain Obvious? I thought.
"I was just wondering if you'd assist me with the whereabouts designated inside this building." A shy voice whimpered silently and his glance strangely dropped to the floor instantly making me think that asking for help wasn't in his best interests.
I mentally laughed at the contrast from today's lesson just previously where he gave off such a dominantly strong outlook to everybody to now where he was standing shyly in front of me. He slowly brought his attention to me and he was waiting for an answer. Scratching my hair in an attempt to remember my schedule for today, I sighed. And that's when I remembered.
Temara.
"Sorry but I'm meant to meet somebody today." I replied, quite apologetically for some reason.
"No, that's all right," Mr Adams responded shaking his head. "Sorry for the disturbance."
I let out an even larger sigh and what I said next surprised myself.
"I can help you out actually."
Well, Temara could wait just 10 minutes, couldn't she? This building wasn't designed by the inventors of the Rubix Cube; it wasn't as puzzling when just told the minor details and shortcuts. Mr Adams gave me an appreciated smile and he simultaneously went to stuff peices of paper into his briefcase as he quickly mentioned, "I'll just pack this stuff up." Who even carries briefcases nowadays? I thought. My brain silently replied, Mr Adams obviously.
We made it out into the corridors rather quickly where a few flocks of students stayed behind. Walking on his right hand side, our strides were synchronised and on his legs were a pair of blue chinos, I noticed. Silence filled the air between us, apart from the chitter chatter coming from other students. Neither of us dared to breathe a word. It felt fine at first, until I recognised the silence, and that's exactly when it gradually began to bug me to which I resolved my problem.
"When did you come here from England?" I asked.
His head took a glance at me and it held quite a surprised expression. I quickly guessed that he wasn't hit with this question, even on the first day he stepped foot into the highschool.
"I came here 6 months ago." Mr Adams replied rather bluntly, and his pace quickened by a notch to which I had to match up with.
What the hell? I thought. For him to do that, I found it to be rather peculiar. I shook my head vigurously. I shouldn't care. What does it even matter to me? We were heading to the registration office where he had to give in his paperwork. And due to the faster speed, we arrived quicker than I anticipated.
