I sat next to Leian and Romeo. As usual, our social studies teacher was absent and we were left with a lazy substitute: Ms. Walker.
Laying my head down on Leian's lap, I could see Romeo's Adidas cap beneath her desk.
"Leian-ah." I heard. His voice was unpleasant to hear. All of a sudden I had heard slurping so I refused to pick myself up. I pulled down the baggy sleeves of my white sweatshirt and made sweater paws. For the rest of class, I listened to the uninteresting conversations between the two and fell asleep.
