Cursed by the gods

My History teacher reads fantasy novels

I stared at the clock on the wall willing the hands to move faster.

It was exactly 2:25 meaning only five minutes left before school would be finished and I'd be free from this classroom and able to do whatever I wanted, well mostly whatever I wanted I felt like shooting my EMS teacher might be frowned upon.

I changed my focus to the teacher standing at the front of the classroom finishing up a lecture that I hadn't bothered to pay attention to and I was beginning to regret my decision as I saw the amount of numbers and formulas covering the whiteboard.

I shot a side glance at Oliver before deciding I would just ask him about the class later after I saw his desk was covered in notes that he was slowly starting to pack away.

I looked at the clock again before muttering,

"Three minutes left." to myself as I started to tap my foot on the ground impatiently and I glanced around the classroom aimlessly.

Finally, I heard the glorious sound of the school bell and before the teacher even had a chance to dismiss the class I stood up and made a beeline for the door not caring about the disapproving look that was definitely plastered on her face at that moment.

I was soon hit by the wave of smelly, restless teenagers who were pushing and shoving in the passageways desperate to get out so they could enjoy their weekend.

I managed to squeeze my way through the crowd to get to my locker and then to my dorm room before I decided to go on a run.

Silently I changed my clothes, then headed straight for the main entrance to the school until I heard someone call out,

"Miss Scott!" making me turn around to see my history teacher a few meters away,"I think you might have forgotten about something," he added in the same stern tone.

"I didn't realize you were serious about that," I replied innocently as I glanced back noticing how close I was to freedom.

"Why wouldn't I be serious," he replied as he turned around and motioned with his hands to follow as he started walking.

"Well maybe it's because of your amazing sense of humour," I muttered sarcastically under my breathe.

"Did you say something," he asked curiously turning back around to look at me

"Nothing," I replied quickly causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"Ok," he replied before sighing and turning around to head back to his classroom, "come along then, I've got worksheets to mark and a good book to read."

"But it's Friday." I started to protest.

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to show up late for class and backchat a teacher," he replied which made me groan in frustration before I followed him unwillingly dragging my feet across the floor as I continued to mutter about how unfair this was hoping to annoy him to death.

My strategy, unfortunately, failed because I made it to the classroom with Mr Woods who was very much alive and as soon as I plopped down into a seat Mr Woods sat down at his own desk and got out a book before leaning back and taking out the bookmark to start reading.

I looked around the classroom noticing that there was only one other student here and he was sitting on the other side of the classroom running a pencil over something I guessed was a sketchbook, seemingly completely oblivious to his surroundings.

He was sporting a giant hoodie along with a pair of black ripped jeans and combat boots, leaving his dark messy hair and light brown skin as his only features not covered by clothes, I guessed that he was ruffly 16 making him one or two grades above me.