Chicken scratch is the first words that come to mind when people look at Jordyn's notes for Chemistry. The class makes Jordyn mentally tired constantly, but he is still in love with the science field in general.
The bell rings for the class to end, and lunch was next. However, when he walked into the classroom, he was told to stay after class. So, despite placing all his things in his book bag, he only stands up and leans against his desk, waiting for his teacher, Ms. Washington, to speak.
"How are you, Jordyn?"
"Why did you ask me to stay?" Jordyn sighs, placing his hands in the pockets of his varsity jacket. Steps grow louder before they become silent, the man stopping when he's in the room. "Coach Mark?"
"I'll leave you two to chat." Ms. Washington moves quickly in her heels, closing the door behind her as she leaves the two, forgetting to take the tension with her.
"Empty your bag."
"What?"
"That's an order, Coperfield!" Coach barks. Jordyn swallows dryly, dropping his bag on the floor. The coach can only scoff, picking it up himself. He unzips all the openings before turning the bag upside down, allowing everything inside to fall out, including the magazine. His eyes grow wide, as the look on Coach's face grows with disgust.
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