The Shattered Me. [ scrapped. ]

Chapter Four

I had entered the school,  and moved to my correct classroom. The teacher cut his lecture short and instead introduced me as I watched all the students heads turn toward me. There was one of them that caught my attention. My "brother" from my dream, was literally sitting in the middle of the class. This is going to be awkward. "Oh, I almost forgot. This is our student who was skipped to 10th grade, and he is only 12! His name is...what's your name again kid?" , he asked me, staring me down with his eyes. "Preston McCall..." , I said hesitantly to mostly the class. There was a number of gasps and some heads turned to my "brother". I glanced at him, and he just stared right back at me, a surprised look. Then it turned into a cold look. I sat down in the front, and the teacher continued his lecture. The class went by like a snail, and I felt like going to sleep. I couldn't help think that eyes were watching me. As soon as the bell ringed, I covered my ears instantly and tapped my foot. "Agh!" , I grunted and fell on the floor. All I knew was that the bell had to stop, and it suddenly did. There was a slight ringing in my ear as an after-effect from the bell. I got back to my feet and stared at my brother again. Then I turned away and walked out the class, resisting the urge to rub my ears.