Super Lost

'Concord Consensuses'

The scribbling screech of lead tearing through paper overcame the echo of birds chirping in the trees above where I had parked. Their sharp tunes ignored as I aimed to finish the rest of the Bio homework that I had failed to complete last night. The morning bell only 15 minutes away as I scrambled, unable to acknowledge the wave of cars claiming their spots. My eyes darting back and forth from textbook to paper, jotting down as many responses as I could. If this had been my last school, this textbook would have never seen the light of day. The motive of keeping the car encouraging my strained wrist to accelerate. If this were just a shimmer of what was to come, this was going to be harder than I hoped, seeing how I could hardly solve a single question without having to re-read an entire page.

Stress consumed my mind just as I completed the last sentence of my response, slamming the book shut and determining to accomplish the remaining three extended questions in homeroom. I hightail towards the classroom, ignoring my surroundings as I tread. Thankful of the near empty class, the scuff from teacher writing down events in the chalk board were the only commotion. I claim my usual seat and immediately tear my bag open for my textbook, continuing my mission before my next period.

The moment I became engulfed, my concentration ripped after hearing a familiar gathering of voices just outside the hall, Ben's being the loudest of them all.

"Well I need to focus this year, I can't..." His prevailing whine shattering my attention, I glance over to find his usual fan-club had an additional member, recognizing her from my English class. Her aggravated stare matching Ashley's and Jennifer's, all directed towards the blonde who made his way towards the seat next to me.

All ambition of returning my concentration towards my work revoked, the crowd strides behind Ben, who had ignored their hateful gestures as they passed in aims of sitting by their usual window seats. Ben turns to me, peering at my notebook.

"Your handwriting is awful..." He comments, aiming to distract himself from the whispering congregation across the room.

I hardly made a confirming hum, continuing to search for the answers through the textbook. His silence had hardly continued, leaving only moments of precious time before commenting again.

"Number 2 and 5 are wrong... just saying." His presumptuous muttering causing me to slam my pencil down instantaneously as I shoot a reddening sneer.

"Shut up..." Was all I could muster before deciding to return to my work.

"It's only the first week and you're already this wrecked?" His amusement dulled as his tone was almost passive. "I didn't think you cared..."

I ignore him as I continue, last question almost there...

"Give me another ride home tonight and I'll show you were the answers are..."

I paused my scanning eyes, contemplating his offer. I lift my sights, peering towards him inconceivably. "Seriously?" I straiten my posture, suddenly realizing my hunching back straining me.

His nod was slow, as if his whole usual demeanor had been culled. "Yeah."

I hand him the book, witnessing his fast-paced flipping of pages. His finger scanning the paragraphs until pausing, turning the book over before tapping his destination. "Right here, whole sentence." I reclaim my book, reading over the literature before copying the text.

"Thanks..." I sigh out, closing the textbook as soon as I completed my mimic.

"She'll mark two and five wrong, so I suggest you redo those. I can show you where those are too." His apathetic voice was almost as distracting as the gossiping cluster in the front of the room.