A Collection of Imagines

Timothée

Fucking Goof

I slouch over my desk, trying to listen to the teacher talk about something that I don't think I will need to know in the near future. My lids feel heavy as she continues in a monotonous voice. God, I hate this.

I look past her at the teacher, who keeps rambling on about something that's irrelevant and uninteresting. I can tell by the way she's leaning against her arm on top of her desk that she's falling asleep. My hand lands on the empty piece of notebook paper in front of me. The light bulb goes off. I rip out a piece and scribble on it.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around once the teacher turns towards the white board to write something down. When I turn around to see him passing me me a note. I reach out for it and place it into my lap. I undo the fold.

*I think I'm dying*

I chuckle in my seat. I grab my pencil from my desk and scribble a response. I fold it back up and pass it back to him underneath his desk behind me.

I grab the note from her hand underneath my desk. I unfold it.

*I will make sure to speak at your funeral*

I laugh at her witty humor. I write my reply on the paper and fold it up. I cough as a signal to get ready to accept the note. She reaches for it under the desk and I hand it to her.

I unfold the paper in my lap.

*yes thank you very much*

I scribble, then pass.

I retrieve it again and open it .

*I have to ask: what is the cause of death? You know, so I could tell the police when they find your body.*

I chuckle again, write and pass.

I take it from his hand underneath his desk.

*A fat cow kept mooing about nothing in particular*

I actually laugh out and I cover my mouth immediately after the sound leaves it. I attracts the teachers attention. She looks at me and Timothée, who is covering his mouth as well.

Ohhhhh shit. I think we just got busted. The teacher steps closer to her desk. She scans her eyes between the both of us.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

"No, ma'am." I shake my head and I think he's doing the same thing behind me. She stares at the both of us with a straight face. A couple seconds later, she backs off and goes back to the white board. I let out a relieved sigh.

I lean forward after the teacher left and I smack this girl on the shoulder. She lets out a quiet chuckle and waves at me without turning her body. Such a fucking goof.