Caden’s chocolate-brown eyes peered through rows of table. Every row seemed alive with personality; two rows in the front were full of sixths and seventh graders giggling at nonsense. The third row has sparse eighth graders whispering about something that made Caden curious. Nonetheless, his eyes continued to the dangerous fourth row; boys wore leather black belt around their khakis down low for their piece of boxer to peep out. They were spewing up never-seen-before gang signs with their hand as if it were their language. A thug checked out the next row with girls who wore lipsticks with green polo shirt and khakis two sizes smaller to mold on their curvy body. Whizzes, who were tapping on their tablet at lightning speed, were a row behind those girls. However, Caden’s eyes stopped at a row with more eighth graders surrounding the table. After the crowd was screened through, there was a boy sat down by the table, and he was scribbling something frantically on a notebook.
“What is going on?” Caden whispered.
“Well, there is a rumor: school is having a new student, and his name is Ethan Roseau.” Caden’s blonde, fair-skinned friend, Veronica, answered.
“What’s so special—“
She continued, “Caden, he doesn’t speak. He has been to therapies and doctors, but nobody found why he couldn’t speak. They suspected that he wouldn’t speak instead of couldn’t. There wasn’t a solution until a doctor referred him to a neurological institute. The institute did numbers of tests on Ethan and decided to map his brain out. They got neurologists to observe his brain activity. The strange thing, his brain map indicated he was communicating with someone, but he wasn’t speaking. They assumed he has telepathic ability. Isn’t it kind of neat?”
Caden nodded as his eyes became more focused on Ethan; he was trying to make out what Ethan was writing on the notebook.
“The other thing, they finally noticed that he has been writing down a number, and then, he wrote the same number again, again, and again. It was about time they started to give him academic tests. Guess what? He scored a perfect on all tests. Now, they are placing him in the school for an observation.” She added.
A loud bell ring rang. Caden looked down at his tray; he only ate half of his breakfast burrito. Although he wasn’t hungry, he stuffed the remaining in its original plastic wrap and slid it in his backpack pocket. He stuck to Veronica as a swarm of students poured out of the cafeteria. There was a school building, and the cafeteria was only yards behind. A walkway led the swarm from the cafeteria to the back of the school building. There were automatic sliding doors, and they slid open with a breeze whooshing out.
The classroom was steaming cold and dim with Smartboard only lit. Auburn-haired woman has deadly, green eyes that overpowered her friendly, yellow with strawberry dots dress as she peered at her students. Her eyes were like an electric fence that stings when being looked at. She stood front of the Smartboard, making her pale skin dim, with class syllabuses on it.
“Welcome to Algebra—“ she paused as the classroom door creaked.
A boy came in with a man in suits behind him. The boy held leathery, red notebook against his chest for dear life. The notebook looked like some notebook from earlier in the morning, being laid open on a table with plenty people peeping while it was being written in tremendous speed as if it was going to save lives. Pages of it consisted a pattern that could mean something. The pattern seemed to be a language to the person who wrote it. Wait. It’s Ethan! What is he doing in the class? He seemed too young to be in the class.
