Today in period 3, I finally broke my perfect record of not sleeping in class. (excluding naptime from primary school, obviously) Not that the teacher noticed, as I always sit in the middle of the class, next to the windows where no teacher suspects a kid not listening/sleeping. (a tip, by the way)
Anyway, it's not entirely my fault I ended up sleeping. I mean, the damn windows have no blinds or curtains which makes my sacred spot nice and toasty. I opened my eyes as the bell rang, and saw my classmates run out of the door like some freed wild animals. (on two legs and a bag slung on their backs)
Somehow I managed to drag up my body to start packing up (a process my class started an eternity ago). My English teacher smiled at me as I stood up with my half-open bag (did she know?) and asked me if I enjoyed the class today. (Brief note about my English teacher: she is an ancient woman who had greyish hair, red glasses and always wore trousers, kinda like those people who try to look cool and young.... She was one of those passionate teachers who either doesn't know or doesn't care about what a student needs/wants.)
We were doing a damn general quiz I didn't know the answers to or cared about. Of course I enjoyed it. Not. But I just forced a smile on my face (which required a lot of work) and nodded to the teacher while stumbling towards the door.
Like always, Ast and Nina were waiting for me. Ast grinning and Nina judgementally scanning me up and down. After the inspection, Nina spoke with her clear and slightly judgemental voice, "So, did you enjoy your beauty sleep?" whatever they saw on my face efficiently answered her question. Ast started laughing hysterically (he sounded like a dog barking) "So that was what you were sooo bothered about. Jeez Evan, I didn't know sleeping during English could worry you so bad-" "Shhhh" I clapped his mouth shut as my English teacher exited the room, still smiling.
I felt Ast's mouth move beneath my hand, so I released him as 1.The teacher was gone and 2. Ast was prepared to bite my hand (like a dog). When I looked up from my almost-canine friend, I found Nina was also smirking. I glared at them both and marched towards the library corridor, ignoring the sniggers that followed me.
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Thanks to the angel who started reading this very unrefined story 😭
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