Madilynne {On Hold}

Chapter 2

Hey guys, I finally decided to update to anyone who actually reads my story :/. So depressing. No one commented but I can't wait to see where this story goes, so I wanted to update it anyway!

Picture of Mr. Arktin on the side.

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That was close! I sigh with relief and start to head to the back left of the class to my seat. My seat was on the second to the last row and was the last seat of the row.

I quietly sit down and sling my backpack on the back of the chair. I observe the room, like I have done many times before. I mean this is one of my core classes, so I have it all year and it is second term. So obviously i've observed this room many times. But I do it anyway. I look at the cream colored walls, the front one being covered with a whiteboard, the wall closest to the door covered with a blackboard that no one uses anymore. It remains blank and unused. The wall closest to me, or the left wall of the room has two windows on it looking out to the commons. The commons are actually rather large, but the highschool is large. Proportions or something like that. Anyways, they commons are actually pretty average. I think anyway. It's just a bunch of seats, vending machines, and that kind of stuff. The only thing that could count a little to it being different is that practically everything is teal. It's pretty nice I guess. I could care less though. Seriously, i'd much rather be home than here. There I can at least do whatever I want, with no one breathing down my back about every little thing I do.

I sigh, and debate what I should do this period. I was so deep in thought or somewhat, that I didn't hear my name being called.

"Well, well Miss WyBrow," God, I hate that last name... "Excuse me, Kate, are you listening to me?" I snap my head up to look at the teacher. "Just barely made it, didn't you?" My history teacher, Mr. Arktin, says. I roll my eyes. More like Mr. Barftin. I laugh a little to myself.

Although to be fair, if I was near his age a bit more, and not his student, then I could definitely say that he's pretty attractive. I mean, for a 32 year old (he told us his age on the first day). He has jet black hair and forest green eyes. He is quite tall and has a little bit of a stubble on his jaw. He has a sharp jawline too... Darn it... Why'd he have to be so much older than me... Uh, I mean not like I think he's hot... Or anything...

Anyways, I pull out my notebook. He always makes us take notes, not like I do. I'd rather die than take notes, especially in history. I honestly don't give the slightest care for history. I don't see the point of history class. It's just a waste of time to continue to teach history every year. No one gives a shi- crap, crap about previous wars, or how we got to be how we are today. We should just worry about the now, or the future. Seriously, if we stop worrying about the past we might already have flying cars.

I decide to nap this period. I rest my head down and ignore everyone, and everything. I'm exhausted. I slowly drift myself to sleep.

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