The Nerd's Secret |Ongoing|

☫ Chapter 4 ☫

☫ Chapter 4 ☫

Not surprisingly, I didn't get any sleep last night.

     Surprisingly, I did manage to finish both my term paper and math homework. I even had spare time to lay in bed and attempt to sleep but then glance at the clock, willing it with all my none existent strength to at least change by a minute. It was hard to sleep when every time I closed my eyes I saw the bird. I imagined it flying. It'd be soaring through the weird lab. It'd be free.

     Then I watched it plummet down.

     With a churn of my stomach, I clenched my jaw. And then . . .well then, I couldn't do anything to make myself sleep. It was utter exhaustion from reading a boring textbook that somehow led me to get two hours of rest.

     "Jeremiah," Mr. Raysel called my name.

     I rubbed my eyes under my glasses and answered. "Y-yeah?"

     "Come up and do the problem." He pointed at the board with an expectant expression. It was an algebraic problem, one that seemed too difficult to do without any workout.

     Reluctantly, I got up while pondering why someone would want to be a teacher. Hopefully, I won't end up becoming a teacher. It seems horrible. Then again maybe they like the control? Who am I kidding? This is a high school. There's no such thing as control.

     I raised my eyebrow, perplexed when chalk landed into my hands. I don't think I even picked it up. Deciding not to think too much on it and answering it with the fact that I barely slept last night, I did the math equation. I muttered the steps to myself as I wrote everything down.

     "Very good," Mr. Raysel said while nodding his head.

     I put the chalk down and went over to my desk. I slumped back against the seat and played with my feet in boredom. Then something bizarre occurred. It was surreal. My pencil box was hovering in the air, reaching up to my eyes. I quickly shoved it down on my desk with my hand and held onto it. Then my pencil was floating, sort of like it was dancing. It twirled around teasingly. I reached over and grabbed it.

     I almost screamed when my desk was afloat.

     Why is no one realizing all this? I tried stamping my feet on the ground, intending for it to make the desk get back down. But my feet didn't quite reach the ground. I gasped when my pencil snapped in my palm and my pencil box broke. Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness I'm starting to sound like Shirley Temple and everything's floating!

     I'm going to have a serious panic attack if this desk keeps floating. I need to breathe. Yeah, just inhale and exhale. Naively, hope for the best. Cross my fingers. Do all those superstitious good luck charm things that people do. Squeeze my eyes shut and count to three. Start to promise to be good and nice. What am I missing? Holy water?

     I opened my eyes and looked down. The desk was only two inches off the ground, but still. Desks don't just float! Pencils don't either. And I'm sure pencil boxes aren't a special exception.

     The bell rang, startling me which made the desk crash onto the ground. Everyone looked over at me with confusion as I innocently looked at the person next to me, like they were the reason a strange sound blared.

     Grabbing my backpack, I hurried out of the class feeling myself ready to throw up. What was that all about? Is this one of those normal things that happen and every teenager just doesn't speak about it because it's embarrassing? Doubtful. Highly doubtful. I don't know why I thought that could be a possibility. That was such a stupid thought. Please ignore it. Honestly, what am I even thinking anymore?