As he goes through the list of names, his voice quivers with, I assume, anger. I can't help but to question what's made him so hateful today. When he looks up, a fire is blazing in his eyes, and his gaze will burn you, much like Frank's yesterday.
He opens his laptop, turning it on and typing in the password. He clicks around and types in some more things. Then, he stands up and turns on the Promethean board. "Okay, we're going to continue with yesterday's notes, so get them out and get ready," he says in his hogher pitched voice, which lowers with malice.
Seeing as he doesn't seem like he's in the mood to waste time or allow us longer than thirty seconds to get out our notes, I quickly open my binder and pull out my pages of notes which are wrote on sloppily and contain drawings along the side.
"Alright, yesterday we were starting with the Renaissance," he informs us, and goes on to explain different things of the renaissance, telling us what and what not to write down.
All we really got to talk about was what the word renaissance means, a brief explanation of things that took place during the renaissance, and some miscellaneous things.
The bell rings just in time. I was getting prepared to just quit writing. My hand is so cramped up that even keeping a grip on my pencil was just below unbearable. My entire hand is burning as I shove my binder in my bag and get out of that class. I hurry through the hallways, avoiding cliques, and head to the gym for Lifetime Activities. It isn't raining and it is a nice day outside, so I'm assuming we're going outside, which ultimately upsets me. I want to write in my journal, even if it's only a small bit.
As soon as I make it into the gymnasium, I go to the corner that I always sit at, the one made by the wall and the bleachers. I pull out my journal and rush to write something that caught my attention earlier in the day, something around secund hour.
Why do people use the word gay to describe something?
Unknown.
I was walking through the crowded hallway, pushing and shoving my way through, and over the mindless chatter and jumbled conversations, I hear a male voice shout "that's so gay". From the perspective of a flaming homosexual, that's pretty offensive. What's so wrong with it that it makes people want to use it as a synonym for words like "stupid", that people want to use it as an insult? Huh? Nothing. Is it that they have a problem with gays? Do they think the whole concept of "gay" is stupid? Nothing will ever bug me more than-
My writing gets cut short by Mr. Carlile's entrance. I watch silently as he walks to the front of the group of us, his gym shorts swaying around his legs.
Instead of the usual calling of our last names, he looks over is, taking his pencil once in the air for each person he counts. After a minute or more, he nods head once and walks out. Weird.
I let my eyes drift over to the boy, Frank. He's sitting with his back against the bleachers, his head resting back as well, his fringe covering well over half his face. I continue to linger my eyes on his form, taking in his appearance, the slick greasiness of his hair, the lip piercing protruding from his lower, his baggy jeans and loose fit hoodie. study his far too worn out Converse, you could barely tell the laces were white before, they no longer look black, more of a dark gray, the soles are falling apart. When I look back up, he starts to turn his head towards me, so I shoot my head down, burying my focus into the works of my own mind- my journal. I can feel his eyes on me, it feels uncomforting, strange, like he's invading my privacy. Is this what it feels like when I lay my prying eyes on people?
Before I can question myself any further, Mr. Carlile walks back in and informs us that we are going outside to walk the track. Internally groaning, and externally when I heave my weight up, I trudge outside, glaring at the ground when the sun shines into my eyes.
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Well! Longer chapter and I hope you liked it! I promise the story will pick up (hopefully) soon, but I'm only three chapters in!
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Chapter Three
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