Savouring Sunshine

one

It was October and I was failing nearly all my classes.

I had asked Kim Chainer, the cheer captain and hottest girl in school, for some tutoring but that just ended up in me getting to second base and the her being my girlfriend. Although her dating me was inevitable, what with me being the point guard of Westlane Highschool's basketball team and all, it still made me feel like royalty when we walked down the hall my arm slung across her shoulders.

But I wasn't royalty I was just me, boring ,yet popular me, besides if I was royalty I would never come to this dump. I would buy a plane and new clothes and never speak to these people again.

Ever again.

I was still thinking of all the possibilities of what a royal me would do when a voice from the front of the room dragged me out of my daydream.

"Mr. Linton?"

I suddenly realized that the voice came from my 3rd period science teacher Mr. Hinder. He was a big man, probably because he was more focused on eating his problems then our 11th grade science class. That was also the reason I was at a seventy-nine average in his class.

"Uh... yeeesssss" I replied hesitantly.

"Is light refracted left, right or vertically?"

"Bboooothhhhh?" I guessed stretching the word out like a question instead of an answer.

Mr. Hinder gave me this look that said 'god damn your an idiot' and continued being an ass.

"Not even close" he said it as if it was one word instead of three, slurring his pronunciation so you had to define the sentence for yourself.

"The answer to that was in the reading last night Ethan, but good effort." His sarcasm was extremely irritating.

"Now we didn't get to where I wanted today so I want you to read pages eighty-four to ninety-two."

This received a course of moans and groans from my surrounding classmates none too excited about the the reading.

4th period was the ever boring art. The art teacher/potential pedophile Mr. McNally peered over the shoulder of every student judging his or her assigned self portrait with careful eyes.

As he came to me I started to panic, my page was blank with only a black dot in the middle from where I had accidentally splattered paint. I soon felt his warm breathe against my neck making me increasingly uncomfortable with his every suck in of air. I could feel his eyes widen and him sucking in more breathe preparing to speak.

"Now this is art! Not only for the eyes but for the mind also!" He boomed now grooming his oddly shaped moustache.

I had no clue what he was talking about but I smiled and nodded as if I was showing of an expensive car.

"Your showing of how the world works by showing you as a simple dot in the scheme on it all! It's truly marvellous!" He continued mumbling on about how he was a genius and how his teaching skills were fantastic as he sauntered over the the next student.

I went back to staring at the page trying to understand what he was talking about when his voice boomed out once again,

"WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSE TO BE! THIS IS NOT ART THIS IS WITCHCRAFT!"

I turned my head to the girl 3 seats down from me. She was small and fragile looking but the way she was looking at Mr. McNally sent shivers down my spine. Since the so-called-teacher had his back to me I couldn't see his reaction but if he was human his face was probably quivering.