Feathers and Shadows

Chapter 5

I ended up in a class of about 30 students all of whom were giving me the Gabriel Stare, as I've just begun to call it. I sighed annoyed and sat down near the back. Ms. Gomez walked in I mean waddled in she was a really big woman who had a McDonalds Big Mac stuck in her teeth.

"Okay class," she said with a muddled accent even more garbled by the food, which was seriously making me hungry, "I am Ms. Gomez and today we will be....." I completely tuned her out, she was that annoying. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the sound of a backpack slamming against my desk. Wa-bam! I jerk up to see, surprisingly, Dylan. He sits right next to me and starts copying down the warm-up like this is absolutely normal.

"Your in this class?" I ask slightly irritated.

"Yep." Says Dylan with his famous one word responses.

"So why did you sit by me?" I ask.

"Well because you were alone," he says and I smirk, " and also because you are the only person who I know in this class."

I smiled and said, "You don't know me for all you know I could be a serial killer or something."

He chuckled a little bit and said back, " Guess I'll have to take a chance." I smirked and he took a seat. Ms. Gomez didn't even bother with attendance all she said in English was that people never take her class seriously. Then she started speaking so fast in Spanish most of the kids couldn't keep up with her. Most of them. For some reason, I could understand her perfectly. It also seems that Dylan also has the same understanding, he was starring intently at the teacher. He looked over at me with the same expression I believed my face had.

"Is she speaking English?" I ask him.

"I don't think so, maybe we are natural learners or something I don't know its kind of worrying me." He looks over at the other students, and all of them have a lost look to their faces. The look that means they have absolutely no clue what she is saying. He looks back to me, then to the teacher who busied herself with writing down different verbs and their conjugations. I look around to see if the class was playing a joke on the newbies but everyone seemed to genuinely not understand her, there were even a few kids who were asleep. I was so deep into thought on this that I didn't hear Ms. Gomez call my name the first time, or the second time, or the third time. Dylan nudged me and I snapped back to reality.

"Yes Ms. Gomez?" I asked.

"Would you care to answer this?" she pointed to a sentence that was flawed in three places.

"Umm, sure"I said, walking up to the board, which was like walking down a funeral aisle. I reached the board and glanced back at Dylan, who gave me an encouraging nod, and o proceeded to correct the sentence. I discovered another two errors in the sentence and I didn't think they were on purpose. As I corrected the sentence Ms. Gomez's visage gradually changed from smug confidence to shock, then embarrassment, then anger.

" Okay, that's enough!" she snapped. She took the marker out of my hand and erased the question. I went back to my seat with her eyes drilling holes into my shoulder blades. The rest of the class was watching me with a regretted awesome as I sat down with an exasperated sigh and starred blankly at the ceiling.

Dylan nudged me and whispered "That was funny." He chuckled at the look I flashed him and returned to copying down my work. I kept glancing near the front of the room and every time I'd see Ms. Gomez giving me the Gabriel stare, it unnerved me to think about how I corrected her work. I wonder what else will happen, and its only the first day.