Moonlight

Faulkner

My first class passed by fairly quickly. Though I had already learned the course they had been going over I was fascinated by me being in school with others my age.

That alone was enough to keep my interest held, at least until lunch. By the time the bell rang and we were released from AP Physics I was already burnt out from having to retake classes on things I have already learned.

With my bag in hand I made my way to the lunch room and found an empty table and took a seat. As I was taking my lunch out of my bag the chair beside me pulled out and someone took a seat.

I glanced to my left and smiled when I seen Fayelynn.

"How did your classes go, so far?" She asked as she began picking at her foot tray that consisted of nothing but vegetables and fruits.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It lacked stimulation." I replied as I began eating celery.

"I didn’t see you in any of my other classes this morning so I am guessing you had Mr. Jarvis and Mr. Parkinson. They both teach Freshman classes in biology and Algebra and it is boring."

I shook my head. "I have Mrs. Hardney and Mr. Rovette."

"What classes do they teach?" Fayelynn ask, clearly confused.

"Hardney teaches AP Calculus and Rovette teaches AP Physics."

"Oh. Oh, you are in advanced placement classes. That makes more sense. Lessons too challenging?"

I smirked. "I wish. At least then I’d have some sort of mental stimulation. I’ve already learned this stuff. Two years ago, might I add."

Lunch passed by quicker than I wanted and then it was time for my AP biology class. As I headed to my class alone, I felt disappointment. I had hoped that Jake would’ve arrived by now. I wonder what he was doing?

The Chemistry classroom was set up differently than all my others. Instead of single desks in several neat rows there were two rows of five long desks. Each desk had two chairs to them.

When the teacher walked in he glanced at the class and then moved to stand at the board where he wrote his name.

‘MR. JACOBSON’ it said in neat letters. When he finished he turned back to us.

"If you have taken anything out of your bags, put it back. In my class I have assigned seats, so stand up beside the chair you are sitting in." He said in a cold tone.

Everyone in the class stood and waited as he took out a clipboard.

"I’m going to start calling out names. When you hear your name you will head to your assigned seat. Starting from the right and working to the left.

"Cassandra Ekins, Armander Lool, Kelly Jensens, Peyton Fran. First Row.

"Danny Spence, Kyle Warble, Angela Jet, Lars Petty. Second Row.

He went through two more rows before he got to me.

"Wednesday Little, Tierney Packinson, Renesmee Cullen, Ansel Duerre. Fifth Row."

I moved to my seat in the back and took a seat. Seconds later a boy sat in the chair beside me.

Mr. Jacobson walked down the center of the class, talking. "When you enter my class from now on, this is how you will be seated. If you have issues with the person beside you, keep it to yourselves. I don’t want to hear it."

When he reached the front of the classroom he picked up a stack of papers on his desk and split them in half before holding them up.

"Take out your pencils and put everything else away." The teacher set the stacks on the two most inner desks and everyone took one and passed them back.