Chapter 7
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Have you ever noticed that you don't actually hear the clock ticking? That it doesn't register in your mind until your attention is brought straight to it? Then, once your attention is brought to the ticking, usually in the worst times for it to be drawn to it like during a test, you can't seem to /not/ hear it anymore? It seems that it makes time go much slower then necessary, and much slower than is wanted. It is distracting, annoying, and frustrating.
The clock is all I am hearing right now. Fortunately, I am not taking a test. Unfortunately, I am completely done with the assigned task, and have been for quite a while. We were told that it would be the only thing we were doing this whole entire period of English class. I tried to make it last, I truly did, but I just couldn't do it. So now I am sitting here, staring at the wall listening to the clock tick. Fun right?
Not! I did have a book with me. Actually, I should say that I /do/ have a book with me considering I still have it, but I finished it after I finished the sentence diagramming. Sometimes, I really hate being somewhat smart.
This class has around twenty kids in it, seventeen of which are still working, two sleeping, and then me. There is also the teacher, but he is entertaining himself with something on his phone. Probably watching porn. I shivered at the thought. That is so not what I want to be thinking about. The sad thing about it though, is that he most likely is.
I glanced at the clock. There is only about seven minutes left of class, two until the announcements would be coming on, like they did every day at 3:00pm. That means seven minutes left until I have to walk towards the big Twinkie that I hate so much. Until now, I had done so good not think about what was to come. Why now did I have to bring my mind back to that? I think I would rather have the ticking noise back.
Why did he want me to ride the bus with him? Honestly, is it because he doesn't want to ride alone? Or does he want /me/ there?
So many questions I did not want to ask myself. My biggest problem with everything is how I freak myself out and make myself nervous by over analyzing and over thinking everything.
I slumped down farther in my seat then I already was and placed the palm of my hand on my forehead.
Why do I have to do this to myself? I have to think of something else to distract myself with.
"Raine?" I glanced up at Mr. Rollins, who was the one who had called my name. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, sir."
"Please stay after class." He said to me. Turning to face the whole class, he said, "Alright, the announcements are going to come on soon, so pack up and put your work on my desk. Now wh-"
He was interrupted by a loud buzz signaling the intercom being turned on.
The vice principal's voice rang through the room as everyone settled to listen. "Please excuse this interruption for the afternoon announcements. Bus one-forty-nine will be in the back of the lineup today. The sophomore class candy sale fundraiser is still going on across from the guidance office. There is a home football game tonight, come out and support our team. Let's show how much school spirit we have. That concludes our very short afternoon announcements for today. Stay safe and have a great night."
As we heard the intercom cut off, the class began to, once again, pack up and turn in their work. I, on the other hand, continued to sit where I was. I was already basically ready to walk out the door when the bell rang. The only thing not in my bag was the assignment and the book I had finished.
I picked up the book and, taking as much time as I possibly could with the task, made room for it in my bag and then placed it in there securely.
