English class here ye come
Oi i hate you! dumb dumb dumb!!
10:15 am, Mrs. Scottson is ready to go
She's got her usual thick round glasses, old maids outfit and she's ready for the show
Its finals time, pencils up, everyone's face is on the test
Wooh. There's a fly on the window trying to get out, its closed like all the rest
Question whatever, its either "A" "B" or "C"
Ugh. Someone just kill me
Man i wish i had studied for this thing
Maybe then i wouldn't be sitting here holding my pencil waiting for time to swing
Wow that kid in the third row has a really bright pink shirt
I wonder if his mom made him wear it, i hope for his sake she did, man its making my eyes hurt
Mrs. Scottson has hair like a beehive, and she looks like the fifties vomited all over the sixties
Sometimes i wonder how she does her hair, and i imagine theirs a Forrest inside there, full of mythical creatures, like unicorns and pixies
Oh crap she's looking at me, achem, uhhh question number thirteen, "which is past tense?"
"Run, Ran, or Running" "Ran", duhh!, like the other two would make any sense!
Alright that seemed easy enough, i wonder if there all this obvious or simple to do
If they are then maybe i'll get through this easier than i thought i- ewww
The kid next to me is mining for nose gold or in simple terms picking his nose
At least he's not eating it- wait!- oh ick! Nevermind, that is certainly not where that goes
Oh i think i'm gonna puke, this is gross oh man... Gagging right now, ick!
Ok i need to take a deep breath after watching something so sick
"I suggest you find a tissue, or else i'll turn your way and puke on your face"
I whisper to mr. booger eater as he look at me with surprise like he was all out of place
He must not have known anyone was looking cause he turns to look at me with shock
"Yeah. Time to hit the bathroom and blow your nose there prospector" I said, as he sat there glaring and not moving like a rock
Then he turns away slowly and got up from his seat and went to Mrs. Scottson and left fast
I imagine he took my advice and made his way to the toilet to get in any bit of picking since it would be his last
Well back to the test, number fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and then
I felt the eye's burning holes in the back of my head so i turn to look when
I saw him, his name is Rodger, but he calls himself "Aryll" after he got all goth and such
He lowers his voice and when it comes to reality he seems a little out of touch
He is staring at me, looking deeply at me like a lamb he's about to slaughter to some pagan god
I was a little nervous feeling some chills run down my spine as he was more than just odd
His eyes are bulgy, he's got a spiky collar around his neck, and black leather from head to toe
He's wearing white make up, black eye shadow, and has long black hair, that went really low
Bulgy eyes glaring at me as i felt fear filling me up to the top
I look at him and did that glance back and forth trying not to keep eye contact, as I didn't want my heart to beat so fast it'd bursts then stop
I wave at him and gave him the best smile i could, hoping it would defuse the tension i feel
And the creepiest thing in the world had happened in that moment, he waved and smiled back, and i felt like i was going to squeal
So i quickly turn around and don't look back
I look at my paper and almost had a heart attack
OK i have to finish this thing its time to get to it
Alright the test is only forty questions i have twenty seven left, i can make it through it
Alright just gotta get my head into this and with a little luck
*Bell Rings*
Mrs. Scottson: "All right class pencils down. Bring your tests up"
"Fuck"
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So is this you when you take a test? Putting all attention on everything other than the test?What's the hardest test you've ever taken? What was the worst distraction you've ever had during a test?
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HanMan's: Boring Classes
PoetryA short story/poetry series about a kid enduring one of those "Boring Classes" that are slow and dull. But then, they quickly end in insane & hilarious twists!