Lost

Class

One day after "The Talk"

*Dong Dong Dong*

"And so the welcoming prospect of a wonderfully mind numbing maths lesson is awarded to us", muttered Nathan sarcastically. As Nathan and Felix reluctantly dragged themselves up from the oddly comfortable metal bench, Cade stayed put in his usual sleep deprived state.
"I'm not car-" Felix started to say, but was cut off by the light footed skips that was heard coming up from behind the trio. The skipping belonged to Melissa, the most annoying girl on the planet that seemed to always want to butt in on people's conversations. Her messy black hair looked like a birds best, as she talked her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head with what she called enthusiasm, and her teeth were in dire need of braces as they always seemed to jut out of her mouth.
"Come on boys", Melissa laughed jubilantly, "Wipe those upside down smiles off your faces, aren't you excited for an amazing maths lesson with the fantastic Mr. Jones?" She also happened to be a teachers pet.
"Piss off Melissa, go and kiss Mr. Fantastic's ass and leave us alone," replied Cade.
"Well, I see you have your period, I'll leave you to it" said Melissa, skipping away, not caring in the slightest.
"We should probably go, and I'm not carrying you Cade, you can drag your own sorry carcass to Maths", Felix said. "Mmm...alright" mumbled Cade.

In most teenagers opinions, maths is a waste of time and so normally, the class is reduced to a mix of tired, bored and unfocused teenagers within minutes. You could probably cut the unenthusiastic atmosphere in the room with a knife. Eventually the room turned into guys and girls making out at the back of the room, paper planes and balls being thrown around, crude drawings being drawn on the whiteboard and people constantly walking in and out of the room to "go to the toilet" which actually means "hey I'm really bored and I want to go and smoke". All the while Mr. Jones sleeps at his desk in the far corner of the room waiting for his retirement to come. Unfortunately, on this particular Monday, the maths class had a relieve teacher, Mrs. Petrie. She was one of the hardest and worst teachers in the school, constantly screaming abuse at the students, never taking an eye off them and constantly making them do work out of old, shitty text books. She was five foot ten, 150kg of judgement, cruelty and fashion gone wrong. No one liked her, not even Melissa. "Right class", said Mrs Petrie, smiling a cruel, coffee stained smile, "You're all mine for the next hour and it's going to be horrible" The class groaned. "Stop your whinging!", Mrs. Petrie shouted. "Now, you are all going to turn to page 324 and complete the questions from number one, all the way up until the bell rings for your next class, any questions?" No one raised their hand. "Good, now get started" Everyone began work, not wanting to be showered in spit again. All throughout the lesson it was silent. No one was making out, no one going off "to the toilet", everyone just sat in there own little groups completing work. But as the clock seemed to stop moving because of the ever present boredom seeming to overwhelm it, Felix found himself slowly becoming more and more impatient. Eventually, his own impatience seemed to envelop him and the tantalising prospect of being able to test out his "gifts" got the better of him. When Mrs Petrie wasn't looking, Felix quietly ripped a piece of paper out of his book. He then started to make the necessary folds to make a paper airplane. Once the plane was finally finished, Felix put his left hand under his desk with the plane so Mrs Petrie couldn't see it. When she started looking around the room again he faked writing down equations and answers with his right hand until she finally turned around again to write something on the board. Then when she wasn't looking, Felix threw the plane. One thing Felix hadn't accounted for, was how he planned on using his gifts. He knew he wanted to freeze time, grab the plane and sit back down in his seat before anyone had noticed what he had done but he had never really used his abilities before. So as he tried concentrating, to try and stop time, nothing happened. He started to panic but before he could try concentrating again, Mrs. Petrie had already turned around. The plane flew straight at Mrs. Petrie's eye. She screamed, and used a bunch of colourful words to express her pain before resting her one eyed piercing gaze on Felix. "You!" She shouted, a vein bulging in her forehead. But before she could say anything else the silence of the room was invaded by a girlish giggle. Her gaze shifted to someone at the back of the room but Felix was too scared follow it. "You!", she shouted again. "You both have earned yourself an after school detention!" Mrs. Petrie quickly scribbled a note for both of their after school detentions and practically threw them to each person. At that point the bell rang, signally for the next class. "Right, get out of here", said Mrs. Petrie to the class. As the students filed out of the class, Felix took a quick glance around for the person with the other detention slip. When he found them, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped as the sudden realisation dawned on him. He was going to be sharing a one hour detention, in a secluded space, with the girl with blonde hair and brown eyes.

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