Apprehension

Home Bound

English class was a terror. As always. Mr. Murphy had given you a full page of homework, all of which was made of pure English structure. Why he couldn't have us write a story- as those were ten times as interesting to do- you didn't know.

He clearly liked having everything perfectly done, based on how he feels the need to review so much of sentence structure.

Nevertheless, the moment that class was over, your stress levels fell over like a two legged table.

Laying your chest on the table with a huff of exhaustion and hanging your arms off the front, you let put a long sigh.

Eeeeeee...... You did not like him as a teacher.

He has a nice face, but that glare gives you literal heart attacks.

At least there was the five minute chiller between classes. The one good small moment where you could chill for a sec.

And chill you did.

Until you felt a small nudge on your arm.

"You okay?" Was the small question asked. Endre had noticed your collapsed body, and poked you again when you didn't answer.

To which you groaned before answering an exhausted "Yeeeeees..."

"You sure about that?" He shot back, sounding rather suspicious.

You groaned again, "Kindaaaa....." you paused, "I don't know."

You peaked you head up just enough to see Endre's torso, before settling your head back down, "No."

"Why not?"

Endre's voice is actually pretty blunt sounding. You'd never noticed that before in your previous conversations. Kinda like he's reading off of a paper, but at the same time just emotional enough to pass as a regular voice. You wondered what you sounded like to him. Probably a squeaky teenager.

"The dragon gives me heart attacks... that's why."

You wished you could see his facial expression. Read the mood he was giving. But you kept your head down, waiting anxiously for him to reply and give you something to read.

Thankfully, he gave off a small laugh- to confirm that he wasn't being hostile, "He does do that, doesn't he?" His voice sounded pleasantly amused, still small and quiet though.

You smiled into your arm, "Yeah- hehe. You get near heart attacks too?"

"One more then one occasion, yes." He paused in his speaking. A small silence passed before he let out a small strangled yet awkward laugh.

You let out a laugh of your own, though not nearly as socially awkward sounding.

"Your a chill dude." You held an arm up, keeping your head on the desk. Your hand formed a perfection sign, "Very chill my dude. I loike it."

He didn't say anything for a bit, either looking at the absurdity of your raised arm, or contemplating your use of chill and dude, but after a bit, he made a fond noise before speaking, "Thank you."

"Anytime my dude."

With that, the history teacher walked in.

Mr. Pias was the nice teacher, you remembered. Contemplative, calm, and overall jolly.

Several of those teasing students yelled out "PIGGY!!" In the most overjoyed sentence you'd ever heard, and Mr. Pias simple chuckled and said, "Yes, yes, piggy is here, that old dragon can't have you now."

Everyone laughed with him at his joke, and being the person you were, you let out a chuckle of your own. Such a nice old dude.

The class settled down after a few more jokes, an ever present air of comfort being exhibited with Mr. Pias in the room. Everyone had flipped open their books, and Mr. Pias had began to read something, voice very much the sound of someone in the early fifties.