Point of view

Chapter 15

Sky's POV

I was in my least favorite class Sociology as my stomach constantly spoke to me that she was hungry. I watched the clock like an eagle watching over the horizon for its prey, completely ignoring what Mr. Patzerick was saying.

Why they let a high school teach a class that should be taught in college was beyond me but apparently, they thought it would be helpful to us youngster how the human society functions and how the developmental process of humans could be beneficial to our future.

I think it's a load of bullshit but what do I know. I'm just a straight A student with an IQ of 114...

I didn't hate the class because of the teacher or its syllabus. Mr. Marik Patzerick was a polish teacher who was quite handsome I must say. He was in his mid-20s with blue eyes and unorthodox white hair that's in contrast with his smooth skin. It was always neatly sleeked back and his choices of suits were.... business like to say the least.

He was by far our most attractive teacher and almost everyone, teachers, students and parents, would day dream about him.

But there was one thing that prevented me from swooning over him.

And that's his habit of noticing the smallest details in people. He is always observing his surroundings and whenever he talks to his class, he always analyzes who's paying attention from who is too scared to answer.

He would always pick on me because I refuse to participate and whenever we get into deep discussions about problems in society like racism, politics, abuse or rape, he would always stare at me when he talks. I find it creepy and my body reacts instantly by putting its guard up and activating my resting bitch face. He wasn't fazed and would always try to involve me into the discussions in an attempt to "help" me since he heard about happened to me from other teachers and students.

He has one thing going for him though, he never looks at me with pity or resentment. Believe it or not, most teachers and students look at me with pity, always wanting to tell me sorry or make me feel okay about what happened and that infuriates me. Apologizing for something you had no control over or something you didn't even knew happen plus acting like you care is the biggest form of hypocrisy. On the other hand, there are the others who resent me for actually reporting the situation and causing their star pupil and golden child to be sent away. It ruined our chances at winning the championship and it also cause unwanted attention to the school. They wanted to stay under the radar and put up a front to society that they were this innocent little school that tries its best to make decisions for its students. What the media found out was that the school was the number one source of bullying in the country and that some teachers even knew about the bullying but turned a blind eye. They were forced to fire those teachers and bring in new ones like Mr. Patzerick.

Since it was my fault somehow for doing the right thing, I was branded an outcast in school and nobody wanted anything to do with me. Talk to me and suffer the consequences or join in the bullying and get accepted into our social hierarchy.

The bell brought me out of my dazed state and I was more than glad to be out of this man-made therapist office.

I was about to dash out of the classroom when Mr. Patzerick called me back and I groaned out loudly enough for him to hear my displeasure.

"Miss Adams, I was glad to see that you were so focused in today's discussion." He propped his legs on his desk and put on a sarcastic smile to match his tone.

"What can I say sir. I just really, really love this class." Ha. Two can play it that game.

He was amused at my remark and a little impress but all that soon faded away when h sat forward. This was what people didn't know about him. He can be easy going, jovial and understanding but when he wants to get his point across, he gets serious and he ends up looking like a DC villain.