When the glares of angered students peeled away, I earned a hateful glare from Mr. Valinchie. This guy seems to hate me. "Fine!" I whisper with a sharp tone. I walk over to the door across the classroom. When I was walking, I caught sight of Nat half way down the aisle. Nat was sitting next to one of the smartest and quietest girls in class, Karen. Karen had her short brownish blond hair pulled up in a high messy poneytail, with bangs resting carelessly on her black framed glasses. Karen was wearing a simple black t-shirt and camo jeans. She dresses as if she's ready to take on the world in one-to-one combat. In reality she can't even raise her hand in front a class. Nat was looking over her shoulder reading the answers off of her paper with his green hued eyes. What a dirty cheater! I chuckle. I raise an eyebrow hopeing he will glace up. Luckily Nat does look up, I glare at him then at Karen, the second I do, she looks up. I flash her a smile, she frowns and rolls her eyes. Nat seemed to go oblivious to Karen's eye roll, instead he looks at me with confusion and mouths, "Are you okay Jack." I whisper back yes. "JACK NIMBLE, OUTSIDE" a deep rumblely voice shouted, I turn around to face Mr. Valinchie, "but dear sir, it is cold outside and this classroom is warm." I whine. "I don't care, the sooner you go outside the sooner you can come in." Mr. Valinchie responded. I mumble under my breath unable to catch what I even said. As I walk down the aisle towards the blue door of the classroom I feel a sudden shiver run down my spine. Strange? When the door opens with a soft click, I am greeted with brisk air that stings my tan skin. I walk outside with dred. When the door closes behind me and I shiver from the cold. I am not built to be in cold weather, I can barely stand 60 degree temperatures. Let alone 57 degrees, such as right now. The cold is the worst, and I am stuck out here for a long time, that is my guess of course. Mr. Valinchie seemed very, very angry. I can admit to stopping and disrupting the class, I only wanted to plead my case. No harm done in that. I leaned across the rough wall hoping to find support, I was greeted with a warm, sticky substance that raked across my arm. Great lord. I looked at my arm, nervous for what I may see. My hypothesis was correct, I leaned into gum. Soft, freshly chewed gum. Screams of pure terror shout out of my mouth. I wish I can say I handled this as a man, but I can't say I did. A squeak and a squeal tore out of my mouth followed by a gag. I needed to get this off of me. I ran to the nearest bathroom, gaging and groaning. I whent over to the sink to grab soap and paper towels. Disregarding the near freezing water, I splashed my arm and rubbed soap on to the gum, praying it will come of. After scrubbing and peeling of the gum I got most of it off. I got paper towels to rub of the rest and to dry of my arm, my arm now was a raw and frightening red. Great. I really don't want a raw arm, I touch it for a quick second with one finger to assess the pain. Praying that the red will go away by some miracle. I removed my finger. The second the skin from my fingers untouched my arm the redness disappeared. GREAT GOOGLY MOOGOLY! I screamed. I am a magician with great powers. (That is what I think.) Good lord, this is frightening, I just healed my self by touching my skin. What else can I do. While lost in thought I remembered class." Oh lord I forgot about class" I say this as if I was yelling at someone. I burts out of the bathroom with a grunt, the door opened easier than I anticipated. When I reached the fence, I slowed my pace. I felt as if I was being watched. "No time for that!" I mutter. I made my way down the hall. No Mr. Valinchie in sight. Perhaps I can try to see what is over there. As I made my way down to the fence, I hear a crunch of leaves that leave me startled and gasping for breath. I look over my shoulder to make sure no one is watching I put my hand on the fence and ... "YOUNG SIR,WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" Mr. Valinchie, ehh, ahhh, um... I stutter. "Skipping school there Mr. Nimble. "No not at all." I replied. "I was trying to put this baby bird back into it's nest. It fell out." I came up with this as a sorry excuse. "Where is it?" Mr. Valinchie asked." I dropped it. " I said simply with a shrug. "Oh, okay, may that little baby bird rest in peace." Responded Mr. Valinchie with a tone of sincerity. "Yeah." I followed up with. "Quite traumatic. I feel really bad, and sorry for interrupting your class." While talking I looked down at my feet, hoping the gesture would hide the fact I was ready to burst with laughter. Did he truly believe me?
