It was Friday, 6:30 in the morning. Ken just arrived at his room when he noticed his classmate Sam sitting alone on the chair. He approached and seated next to him.
Ken: Hey.
Sam: Yeah?
Ken: Got a problem?
Sam: Nothing in particular? Why do you ask?
Ken: Nah. You’ve been so out lately.
Sam: Ah. Right. I don’t even know what’s going on with me. These past few days, I felt like, you know, idle, bored, empty.
Ken: Lemme guess. Do you miss he-
Sam: Let me ask you? Why do you always bring up that kind of question?!
Ken: Oy. Calm down! Geez! Why you’re so heated up already? I’m just asking.
Sam: You’re provoking me!
Ken: So, it means you really mis-
Sam: Enough with that nonsense! I don’t wanna talk about it anymore!
Ken: Okay, fine! *murmuring* Guilty. *chuckles*
Sam: What did you say?
Ken: Nothing.
Sam: I know you said something.
Ken: Nothing really…
A few seconds later…
Ken: Hey.
Sam: What?
Ken: Have you noticed something odd in here?
Sam: Huh? I think there’s nothing wrong…
Ken: Ah. Okay.
Another few seconds later…
Ken: Hey.
Sam: What is it this time?! You’re now getting on my nerves! You’re disturbing me! If you want to tell something, spit it out!
Ken: … I just-
Sam: You know what? Sometimes, I don’t understand you, even our classmates and even I myself. I don’t know why I’m sulking here on my chair. I don’t even move an inch. I don’t talk to anyone. All I’m doing here is sitting and doing nothing. If ever there’s got a work to do, it’s all about school stuffs. And if ever I utter a word, it’s all about me asking questions about school. I-
Sam was still talking to Ken all he wanted to say but Ken wasn’t even listening to him. John came in the room with a little bag on his back.
Ken: Good thing you’re here, John!
John: Hello. Why? What’s the fuss all about?
Ken: Nah. He’s blabbering about what’s inside in his mind. Eventually I find it boring and no sense at all. I wanted to leave but he wants me to listen to him.
John: What does he talk about?
Ken: About how he can’t comprehend all the stuffs in his mind like his self. Just look at him! He doesn’t even stop!
John: Oh. Alright. Just leave him. By the way do we have assignments?
Before Ken could’ve answered him, carrying a load of books, the spectacled William entered the room and joined the gang.
William: I think it’s on page 330 in our Math book from numbers 2 to 10. Why John? You didn’t make your homework again?
John: Can I have your answers?
