Cage of White lies*MAGCON FANFIC/ Matt Espinosa*

*Chapter Four* The Clouds are peeing

-UNEDITED IN MANY WAYS-

*Avielle's POV*

I got safely to the last period, but i still didn't see any of those trouble makers, half of them were supposed to be in this class but it's like they vanished, i checked the parking lot before heading to my locker. I didn't see any of their cars, i was almost relieved when i found no one harassed me, without the leader, this school was as harmless as a toothless doberman.

I opened the door of the classroom, almost everyone was turning to me like they're expecting a school trip or the school is over early, disappointment flashed in their eyes before they got back to work. The teacher was looking at me angrily like a bull looking at the color red. She spits fire at whoever gets late to her classes, so no matter what your excuses are, she won't forgive you. She glared at me then pointed at the back of the class.

I shifted uncomfortably before slowly walking to my seat, eyes on the floor. I can feel her eyes looking at me with so much contempt, sending boiling daggers at my head. I took my seat next to the window, it was the most isolated seat from the other students.

It was a place for daydreaming. You will forget everything about the lesson and just focus on the trees outside, the dogs chasing each other, the couples walking with their intertwined hands swinging back and forth, and of course the ditching students.

I blocked all of Mrs. Jawson lecture about being late in class and focused on her appearance. Was she stupid enough to not glance at my hand and think for a second where could i have been?

"Hope you don't get late again Mrs. Contorelle, this is your final warning" she finished before going back to the board, eyes of students following her. Her voice was so deep, it scared me a lot. She had very strong cheekbones, probably like Maleficent. Storm grey eyes, and wild orange hair. Her face was slightly wrinkled giving evidence that she's in her late 40. There were rumors around the school that the principal was going to fire her due to her violence towards us. It was spreading faster than Ebola, Mrs. Jawson got embarrassed by the constant stares she was getting everyday so she quit school for a year then came back again, with a new attitude and a new hairstyle.

I listened to the teacher's babbling about World War II and the beginning of the Cold War and how it affected the world, yawning every now and then. I looked around the class for a minute, seeing almost everyone was yawning from boredom and repeating the same action every moment. I slouched in my seat and focused outside the window, observing the wind blowing the leaves on the tree gently making it fall on the ground, covering the path, and the people smoking cigarettes blowing out puffs of smoke, lost in their own thoughts. I've always wondered why people smoke, is it from peer pressure of life that cause them to seek the temporary escape and the numbing of feelings smoking can provide, or are they trying to look mature in front of their friends, or a desire to experiment something forbidden? Every member of my family smoke except me, i just find it disgusting and a waste of money, but i'm sure if i tried it, i'll never complain. I didn't try to stop them from smoking even though i know they won't pay attention to me, so i let them face the consequences.

History wasn't my favorite subject, no matter how i do, i always get stuck on C+. Why bother learning it anyway? that's how I passed the time. Eyeing every person free of school day and thinking about the good things i can do to survive a life, and the bad things i need to concentrate on.

"Mrs. Contorelle, it looks like the window is entertaining you more than my lesson, can you please entertain us by explaining what i just said?" Mrs. Jawson slammed her hands on my desk, which made me jump and almost hugging the floor. Was I that bored to not notice her coming my way?

"I..I-think..um-" I couldn't think of anything to say, it's like my mind was completely white. Her eyes was really creepy, it's like imagining grey/black clouds in her eyes and expecting a lighting bolt to strike you. Yeah, that creepy. i kept stuttering useless words and widening my eyes in fear, trying to look anywhere away from her eyes, but almost everyone was looking at me with amusement, i felt humiliated and ashamed.