Apprehension

More Classes

I has drawn dish pic with my own hands- i like the background but not the face itself. Also- lookit those looong legs.
lol
Also- uuugh- these classes I'm writing make me die mentally- please put up with the annoying classes fillers- lol
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Wilbur's class was one of the dreaded classes in your book. Math class, of course. Thankfully, Wilbur wasn't that much of a stickly prickle, much more loose then Mr. Murphy.

He was still more stern then most teachers, that didn't change.

Half of that class, you were trying and failing to take notes, while the other half consisted of you avoiding answering questions or withering in your seat when you did get asked to answer. Not new- still just as socially awkward as you always were.

No one had talked to you- and you didn't dare talk to anyone after the correction Wilbur gave at the beginning of class.

Nevertheless, that class eventually finished, homework being asigned- and lesson having been learned.

Wilbur had packed up his books and papers and trudged out the door, faster then any other teacher- mumbling about punctuality as he left.

The class had seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief- before busying themselves by chatting to each other.

In the small gap between Wilbur's class and whatever class was next, you focused on finishing your math. Your seat partner kept fiddling with pencils though.

Which reminds you- you forgot your schedule. Great.

Still holding your pencil, you used your elbowto nudge Endre, being sure not to look up, "Oh hey- do you know what the next class is?"

He paused, most likely looking to you, before speaking, "Yeah- science."

"Thank you!" After confirmation of what your next class would be, you returned to your math homework.

"No problem." Endre said, still fiddling with his pencils and pens. Not long after that, you heard a small click of something flying and hitting the floor. When turning to look at where the source of the noise originated from- you see Endre's hands holding a pen with no cap.

"Shoot-" he murmured, before pushing out of his seat and walking around the front of the desk to pick the cap back up. You watched as he did this, avoiding his head and instead notice something sticking put of his hoodie pocket. It was kinda shiny.

Before you could reason what it was, he returned to his seat.

Instead you mentally shrugged and returned to your math homework- still on the eighth problem.

It wasn't until you were a little more then halfway done that your teacher tumbled through the door papers tumbling after her step.

The first thing you noticed was her nose. There was nothing wrong with it- it was just very noticeable, pointed and large if two words to describe it.

She wore a dark purple shirt, black jeans, and had her dark brown hair in a tight bun on her head. Overall- she looked more like a frantic college student then a teacher.

Practically throwing her books onto the podium, she shuffled about, running quickly to pick up the papers she had dropped, before returning and slamming them onto the desk behind her.

"There- all in one piece." She looked over the papers, "Kinda."

The teacher paused for a moment, looking up and at the class before zooming in on you, "Hey- your the absent one..."

You nodded slowly, not speaking.

"Do you have the homework I assigned with you?"

Grabbing your folder, you said a quick, "Let me check," And began rifling through your miniscule amount of paper.