Keeping Secrets

One

If you ask me if I am normal, then I'll ask you "what is normal?"

Chapter One
Normal

Literature is my best subject, and also my favourite subject. Though my literature teacher, Mr. Brait, isn't a teacher I would say I honestly liked. He's really rude, and loves to load us with a lot of homework. I do love school - mainly for the fact that it's the only excuse I have to get out of the house - but the homework can become too much to handle sometimes.

"Ms. Dust. May I ask of you to tell me what I had just said please?" Mr. 'I'm so much better than you' asked.

The question startled me, so I flinched the moment I heard my name being called. Some of my classmates laughed quietly at this, then the laughter soon faded as quickly as it started.

I stood, and stared at the standing, balding man in front of me, whom stood at the front of the class. He would occasionally walk from corner to corner as he spoke.

I had been listening for most of the lesson, but soon got bored and engrossed in my thoughts. I heard what he had said lastly, but I wasn't completely sure if it was what he had said. Regardless of that fact, I still said what I thought.

"Literature is not about just writing, it is about writing to grab the attention of your reader."

"That is indeed what I had said. Thank you for paying keen attention Ms. Dust. You may be seated."

"Thank you, sir brat. I-I mean Brait!"

It started out with half the class choking on their laughter, and, before I could fully understand what was happening, the classroom was then flooded with pure laughter. When I finally did I found myself laughing along with everyone else.

Mr. 'Rude' had muttered something underneath his breath before rolling his eyes. I could have heard what he had muttered faintly from where I was - since I was sitting in the middle row, in the third chair, from the front.

"Stupid child."

My amusement died down as anger took its place. I felt my blood boil under the hot flame of his mean comment. I hung my head down, not wanting him to see the anger on my face.

The laughter stopped, and I looked up to see that Mr. 'Mean' had raised his hand indicating, that the class should stop.

"That's quite enough! You can all write an essay on respect, which is due tomorrow, for you're loud outburst," He stated. "It must be no less than 1000 words and no more than 1050 words. Anyone who decides not to do my assignment shall face the consequences."

The classroom was creepily quiet, no one even dared to utter a word. But the silence was then broken by the questioning of a curious boy.

"Like sir, what if we don't do the assignment? I mean, don't get me wrong man, I'll do your work, but I just wanna know yo."

Everyone diverted their eyes to the daring boy, wanting to know who was the brave soul to ask such a question. The boy sat at the immediate back, in the row nearest to the door.

"We shall find out if it comes to that point, but trust in me that the consequences are anything but likeable," Mr. Brait replied, looking directly at the boy.

Just great. More work to do when I go home. Hooray. I thought to myself.