Ethan
I sighed, staring blankly at the poster-covered walls of Mr.Davidson's class. There he sat, as silent as death itself, tapping away at his laptop.
His grey hair was rather unnoticeable under the Yankees cap he always wore.
He touched his glasses which were set right on the bridge of his nose, and scratched his beard, pretty lost in thought.
The boredom I was dealing with was killing me both slowly and surely, I was certain of it.
I had to get out and make things right with Evelyn.
I ran a plan through my head and knew there was only one person who's help me out on this.
I glanced warily up at Mr. Davidson before pulling out my phone and texting my partner in crime.
Me: Justin, I need your help. I need to get out of here.
Justin: Out of where? Jail? Did you kill someone? I could've helped hide the body, ya know. This wouldn't have to be on your permanent record if you'd just asked, man.
Me: Justin, please. I'm in detention and I need out! Do something, anything!
Justin: Anything? You got it, bro.
I sighed. Slouching down in my seat, I noticed a silhouette in the hall behind the door.
Suddenly, the door flung open, revealing a distraught Justin. (Of course, it was all pretence)
"Mr. Davidson! Alan Walker is here! The principal wants you to welcome him. Hurry up! He's in the office!" Justin said.
The teacher scrambled out the door yelling, "I'm coming! I'm cooooming!"
I looked over at Justin in awe.
"Hey! You said anything, right?" He said.
I chuckled. "Yeah. I did."
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