Midnight One Shots

Story 8

The bell rings and everyone rushes into class. In a mix of different groups we all sit down in our located places. Bags are shoved under chairs, people are messing around and the room is just generally loud. After pushing my dark blue back pack under the table, I place my equipment on the desk. Pencil, pen, RuleR, rubber, SharpeR. I carefully place each thing in the correct position. I sat on the right side of the room and right at the back. My desk was right behind the door and right infront of a bunch of popular, loud, boys. The what were once neatly laid out tables had millions of doodles over them and gum on the under side. Just a normal classroom, the loud carried on as the teacher tried their best to get them to shut up. I looked around the classroom once more in my boredom. Just as expected everyone was talking expected for this one boy. He sat in the same seat as me but only one the left side of the room. His stuff was in a ordered jumble, since he seemed to know where everything was located on instinct. He was just staring out of the window, focused on nothing else but the kite that was flying around in the sky. The teacher by now had gave up shouting and was just standing at the front of the room impatiently. I moved a little trying to get a better look of the boy I never really noticed before. He was in the normal school uniform, shirt untucked and his headphones hanging ever so slightly out of his pocket. He was wearing a pair of glasses and his hair swiftly sat on his shoulders. His eyes were still locked on the kite outside like they were ready to shoot. Before realising it the grand tanned hazel eyes turned to me quickly, obviously noticing the gaze I had been passing in his direction. Stunned at little by my stupidity I quickly turned round and lock my own boredom onto the page of my notebook. The teacher had just managed to start the lesson now, class has begun.