I should probably mention that the flashbacks are in 3rd person P.O.V.
I take a breath before I walk into the class.
It's okay, you've got this.
"Mr. Parker, welcome back. You can sit in your regular seat or sit in one of the empty ones in the back," Mrs. Harrington greets.
As expected, everybody's heads turned when she said my name.
"I'll just stay in my old seat, Ma'am," I respond, which was unexpectedly followed by whispers.
'God do these people whisper about everything I say now?' I wondered as I walked to my seat, keeping my head down to avoid stares, and cause I didn't deserve to look into their eyes and face the crowd.
Stop it, that's not you thinking.
You're right, it's just the annoying voice in my head that still has to follow the old rules due to not wanting to get into trouble.
But we don't need to talk about that do we?
Mrs. Harrington puts on her glasses, "Now if you will please open your books and turn to page 332,"
"And Peter," I look up a little too fast.
"If you have any questions feel free to ask," I nod in response. Mainly because I didn't feel like speaking. I never do these days.
Before I knew it, I zoned out. I tried to pay attention. But I just had far too much on my mind.
It went on like that for my first three periods. I talked to my few friends before hand. Walked in class everybody stared which I ignored. My teachers told me what lesson we were on and what I missed. Then I zoned out five minutes into the lesson, staring at the scenery outside.
I was zoned out yet again in my third period which is history. Which was a big mistake. But it was too late to zone back in. And unluckily for me, Mr. Miller notices.
"Mr. Parker!" Mr. Miller says, pausing his lesson.
I turn my attention back to him, "Sorry, Mr. Miller, won't happen again," I stammered.
Mr. Miller puts his hands on his hips, "If you were zoned out you better hope you were paying attention on how I was talking about Dr. Josef Mengele,"
"Am I supposed to know who that is?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't take it as "attitude".
"Dr. Josef Mengele was a scientist who experimented on Jews, twins, etc," Mr. Miller explained, I shifted in my seat.
Because they clearly don't know how uncomfortable I am with that subject.
"One is his experiments was so horrid that out of over 300 set of twins, only twelve sets of twins survived," Mr. Miller continued.
I feel like I've heard his name before.
Flashback...
"Oh man, we are going to be one of the greats after this one," One of Peter's tormentors cackled.
"Yeah, we will be on the hall of fame like Josef Mengele!" The other tormentor cackled.
"Josef Mengele was experimented on over 300 people in concentration camps. We're experimenting on a twelve year old," The third tormentor corrected.
"Actually I'm fifteen," Peter barley managed to squeak out due to how much pain he was in.
"Shut up you little shit. Nobody asked for your opinion," The second tormentor shouted, Peter flinches.
