Lockers (Sam)
Sam sighed as he shut his locker. Like usual, he was going to go to history class, because frankly he didn't have much else to do. All his school work is ahead, so he has a good cushion before he has to even start worrying about classes. He would just spend his days in the music room, but he hated being bothered when he was focusing on music, having a class in there while he is trying to write a song would be annoying. So spending his day in history with his favorite people wasn't so bad.
Walking into history class, Sam went to his usual seat, but found it moved to the corner.
"Father, what's this?" I asked.
"Oh, my dear son. You see, I decided the room needed a little changing, so I moved my desk to that corner. If you don't like it, you could always go back to class where your SUPPOSED to be, instead of hanging out in a class a year below you."
"The corner is fine." I send him an innocent smile and sit in the corner. I look around the room and spot Maya, who was in a different seat than usual. She was now sitting in front of Cowbib, her and Riley switched seats. I frowned a little, but decided to ignore it for the moment.
"Everyone, look at this." Dad said pulling out his phone. "You guys don't connect with each other. It's like you can't exist without these. You use emoticons rather than emotions. Your an unfeeling generation of zombies."
Sam chuckled as he saw Maya and Riley pretended to eat each other.
"Stop eating her." They both stopped and sat normally with a smile. I laughed again, which caught Maya's attention since she looked at me. I sent her a smile and silently acted like a zombie, making her laugh too.
"Your late Miss Myzell." Dad says to a student who just walked in.
"My goldfish died." She says with a straight face.
"You see, this is what I'm talking about. Miss Myzell has clearly suffered a tragic loss. Yet she isn't in touch with her actual emotions." Dad said as he put his arm around Myzell.
"'Scuze me? I am crying my eyes out. I'm gonna have to leave class early." She said as she left through the door.
"Oh, she actually made it out the door this time." Dad said as he opened the door, letting the girl back in.
"I actually made it out the door this time!" She said as she laughed to herself.
"Dad, adjust and deal. Cellphones have been around for, like, ever." Riley breathed out.
"Actually Riley, that's not true. Cellphones have only been around for like 40 years. Basically since dad was a baby." I smirked, as dad gasped exaggeratly.
"How old do you think I am?!" Dad wined. Dad grabs a piece of chalk and draws a not so straight line across the board. "This is a time line of all human existence. Starting here is everyone who ever lived, laughed, loved, and understood the value of life." Dad gestured to to end of the line. "The cellphone era, which starts around here--" Dad made a vertical line at the other end of the line. "Pretty much destroys all of that. Way to go, YOU."
"Sir, if I may take a different position." Cowbib asks raising his hand.
"Yeah, save me, Mr. Friar. Do I go to far?" Dad asked.
"Always, sir." I rolled my eyes, but he was right. "I understand your point, but I use my phone to video chat my old friends and to find out what's going on in Texas."
"Yeah, how else are you going to keep track on all the hoedowns and cattle pageants?" Maya teased in an exaggerated southern accent.
"Maya." Riley lectured her.
