Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Fourty Seven Times ❯ First Period ( Chapter 4 )

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long! I'm not allowed on the computer. Stupid Spanish class! I'm posting as much as I can today. Enjoy, and please, review!

 

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First Period

 

She spent first period hiding yawns as the teacher fought to keep the attention of the students in her class. It was a losing battle. Crumpled pieces of paper flew across the room, and students were no longer passing notes but instead yelling back and forth. This was definitely no longer a math class; this was what they got for putting a student teacher in a classroom of the worst fourteen year olds.

 

She looked around the room, noting how juvenile and pointless it all was. They had a midterm coming up. Didn't they care at all? They were destroying their futures. She didn't care about a future of course, but they should. After all, they had a place in the world.

 

Just over a month ago, she would have been joining them. She would have been the loudest, the most obnoxious, the one least liked by the teacher. She would have been having the most fun out of them all. She would probably have stood on her chair even, and tormented the poor woman standing in front of her.

 

The teacher stumbled through her directions, hoping that they would begin to listen when they saw she was teaching. Of course, it didn't work. Fed up, she began to stammer and tried to calm them. “Class! You need to- Oh! Put down that desk! You'll hurt someone! Hey, don't- How did you get my scissors? Stop running, that's really dangerous!” The teacher walked swiftly across the front of the room, trying to restore order, but unsure where to begin. The students' voices were rising and their mischievous behavior growing worse. The teachers quick walk soon turned to jogging.

 

The girl resisted another yawn and pulled out a book. She had covered the front of it. She didn't need them noticing her for the type of books she read, too. The `emo' and depressing books about terrible things, that people avoided like the plague. She sank in and let the words surround her, drowning out the real world, and entered her safe haven, where at least nothing bad would happen to her.

 

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Author's Note: On we go to the next `chapter'! Please review.