As soon as he tapes the paper to the door, my headphones are in and my sketchbook is out. A sharpened pencil is always ready to be used on my ear. Everything is tuned out as if I'm the only person existing in this classroom right now.
After the hour is up and Mr. Way says that we can go, everyone practically runs out of the classroom while I'm packing up. I don't see or hear Mr. Way talking to me until I actually see his lips move. I take off my headphones.
"Huh?"
"I asked if I could see what you've been writing. You've been writing in there the whole time you were here."
"It's nothing. Just a bunch of poems."
"You're into poetry? I wouldn't have thought."
"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?"
YOU ARE READING
so... what do we do now?
Fanfiction"I don't know what I'm feeling... but I like it." "I feel it, too." LEGS BELONG TO @OminousOrchids THANKS FREN
