a running mind, with running thoughts.

thoughts.

My hands clenched together slowly, but unnoticeably.

''Coral Chivas, are you here?'' Mr. Stevens said with a hard tone followed by his gravelly like voice.

For a minute I had relief because I thought he chose me to answer one of his dopey English questions, but not for long. 30 faces all turned at once to me, but it felt like I was the star of a one million fan concert. My fear trembled up inside me like I was going up a staircase to the unknown. Hands full of sweat, face full of red. I've at least zoned out about 6 times with the duration of a minute. At this point I could only make out a few faces that were quite close to me due to the sweat and fear.

''Uh yes sir'' I finally got the courage to open my mouth and say something. 

All the faces turned back to the front like a non-stop bee swarm going to each plant. I couldn't help but zone out another time. 

Mr. Stevens is a one of a kind, he is the slight definition of a threat and love relationship. On the first day of school, he looks at everyone very sternly. And chooses his favourite students by 'looks and popularity'. And I'm safe to say I had none of those. So he was always quite wary when he checked my work. I never impressed him. His expectations was extremely high, even for some of the most witty students within my class. 

My grades are average, mostly C's and a few B's. But my parents make out like its the worst grades ever. Mainly cause my parents were both 'Harvard quality students' growing up. And I'm certain they want me to live up to that expectation. My book-shelf contains more maths books and science exam papers then I have actual story books. I never liked maths and science anyways, my parents both had a degree in both, so of course they want me to master those subjects and somewhat get a career in it too. I've kindly declined both offers, but they don't get the hint I do not want too pursue my dreams with a two subjects that bore me too death. 

My head was faced dead down on the wooden desk at school, blocking everyone at sight. The only thing I can hear is Mr. Stevens have a whole riot on a student getting a question wrong. 

''You despicable student! All these years I've been teaching and you come out with a answer like that? Disappointing.'' he hissed at the poor child.

''Miss Coral-''

My heart leaped liked horse. What is he about to ask? Did he not know I was paying attention? Out of 30 kids, why me? My thoughts were decaying inside of me. I was in a state of distress. There wasn't only 30 faces turning rapidly towards me, but the harmony of voices that added to it.