As a light wind bringing with it a small sent of cinnamon on it flood into my nose. As I begin lowering my hand onto the cool green grass with a bit of dew on the tips falling onto the ends of my fingers. “Bloody hell I fell asleep.” I begin to wipe off the water that is on my bag. “Hopefully my paper are still fine or Mr. a will be mad at me.”
Hoping up to my feet I start to jog to a large building at the edge of sight. Collage is a pain in the neck. The classes are long as well as hard as heck. But it is something I have to go through to be a teacher you got to prove that you can deal with all the bullshit. Yep I think that is why they made collage for teachers. Well in a man by the age of 21 on my third year of collage having a year done in high school. A slightly taller than 6 ft. with a full head of dark brown hair that crops just over my eyes and my ears, much to avail to my mum and dad. I have a longsleave green shirt under a black teenage mutant ninja turtle shirt that has a small hole at the bottom of the left front of the tea shirt. On the lower part of my body I have on a bright blue and white plaid shorts. My body is just slightly on the firm side with slightly pale skin from the days of me studying to keep weaker skills arts subjects high enough to give me a passsing grade. My old blue cameo bag hanging on my side with a strap that is broken. Even though I could have got a new bag in the past two years I have decided to keep my old bag to help me keep my pact that I made to myself on the day of graduating of I will get past collage no matter what. On this bag I swore that to myself and only to myself.
My dreams are to be a history or an English teacher for high school so I can give some students a teacher that they can talk to like a friend and as well a teacher. I’m planning on being a teacher like a few that we had.
As I keep jogging to the building I stop filling the drop or water on my leg every now and agin that came off of the bag that held my papers. I stop breathing slightly hard from the 15 minnent run I un zip my bag and take out a worn one year old binder to look at the pages that are at the bottom of the binder. “good my work is still saveable only the vary edge got wet.”
I take this moment to look at my phone. It is 7:48 good I have 12 minnits to get to class on time. 39% power left ok I better charge It In the back of the class not like mr.a cares if we charge our phones. I stuff my phone back into my poket and tuck my binder in my arms as I zip my bag back up.
Back to the running of my legs pumping back and forth. Slowing down to look at my phone I see that I have just the time I need making it to classes before 8:00. I make it to the class room at 7:53. I walk to the back row to the most contested for seat by the latecomes for it is the closest seat to a wall plug in. I pull out my old cracked ipod and make sure it is contedt to the schools Wi-Fi and I pull out my plug and plug it into the wall and hock my phone up to it.
After I do that I start to log on to YouTube and I look up my little pony friendship is magic. Being as I missed the latest eps on the hub due to going out all day to document all of the plant life that grow in the area around the school. I wait for the show to buffer when I see a shadow over the edge of my ipod and desk. Moveing one hand to remove a headphone and look up at the shadow.
“move out of that seat fag or I will kick you out of it.” A very rough voice speaks to me.
“I do not think that I have to move I got hear first so by all rights I can sit hear.” As I sit my ground in the face of a tall man about the same hight as me.
“this is your last chance move or I make you.” Looking at my ipod and I see that the time is 7:59 and I have to force a grin down.
“please my friend sit down this is a peaceful class of English 5 so if you do not wish for the school to start a war with you maybe you should find a seat” I turn to look around him and I see a few open seats up in the front of the class room”oh look there are some open seats in the front of the class room.”
“ok that’s it you little b…” a hand lays upon his shoulder.
“so what are you going to do to our fellow peer.” A young light black skinned man looks at him with a smile on his face. The face of the young man now turns from a I’m all powerful to a oh my gosh face.
“oh uh um nothing sir im just talking to my good friend toby hear.” He start to pat my sholders with his hands.
“ok well may you go to the front now and sit my good friend.” I look up at him with the largest grin in the world and point to a seat that is in the front waiting on him going ha ha come sit on me. I look up at the light black man “think you mr.am I have the paper that you wanted me to turn into to you.”
“why think you toby this paper is what I needed. Someone to turn in their report in before anyone else.” Reaching into my bag I pull out all of the papers that I needed to give him.
“I’m going to be back hearing taking notes if you need me sir.” I reach into my bag and pull out a pen and some paper
“ok when class is overcome show me what notes that you have taken.”
“yes sir I will give you a copy of my notes.” Sighing at that I pull out a pace of carbon paper as well as a new sheet of paper. As mr.a walks up to the front of the class. As he is talking to the class about a new writeing method to show our skill in teaching some high school kids how to use the essays that they have to write.
At the end of class I stood up to grab my paper to drop on mr.a desks. When I get there I lay the pages on his desk. when I lay them down on to the desk I run out of the classroom. When I leave I hear a few desks start to scrape on the floor and a few footsteps.
When I leave the room to go back to the feild to read and see if I missed any plant life.
After about 45 min of walking to it I stop and pull out a piece of paper with a few notes on them. When I pull out my pen I see a shadow of about 3 people and I raise my head to look at them and to my shook it is the same guy from class and two other guys.
“ok you god dam fag I told you I was going to beat the shit out of you.” The man raises his fist to hit me but as his fist come swinging down to hit my face a light flash and seamed to slow time to a slow as well as blind me at the same time.
When the light faded it was taken over by darkness. After countless hours or minutes the darkness began to fade and was replaced with a light yellow light. Finally I started to open my eyes and the grass as well as the trees nearby seamed… brighter than they should be.
