Monachopsis

My world

My teacher looked at me with a face I couldn't read.

"Did I do something wrong?"

I thought to myself. Ms. Roberts, the language arts teacher could never and will never understand me.

I look back at her. "Sinclair Klementine. See me outside please." I follow her out of the class. Once we step into the corridor she looked at the door as she closed it.

"What do you think you're doing? Not working is never acceptable."

The lady in front of me says with her stupid country accent. She keeps going on. I can smell her cheap perfume. Gross. I snap back into reality.

"I can't focus because of the noi-." She doesn't understand me once again.

"You have been working on this assignment for a good 20 minutes!"

I flinch at her tone of voice. She raised her hand to hit me. I close my eyes expecting to feel a Slap across the face. I didn't feel anything. Out of curiosity i open my eyes. Ms. Roberts had her head down. She then looked down at me and said

"Just go back inside."

I nod as i start to walk back inside of the classroom. The other kids keep their eyes on me whilst i walk to my desk.

"Can this day get any worse? What the hell is wrong with me?"

Soon the class will end with a terrible, high pitched sound of the bell.

All of the other kids seem fine with it. Unlike me. I can't stand it. It scares me. I try not to scream at the sound. After the torture, i stand up along with everyone else and waited until the crowd faded into the corridors. I hate this part. I have to go through hell just to go to my next class. I take a deep breath and started walking towards the door. The smell of teenage boys after gym class hit my nose. They smell manly, like they can kick my ass. 

"Here we go"

I say to myself. I'm walking down the hallway and i see a crazy ocean of people everywhere. I feel like a little fish in that ocean. Just trying to find somewhere to hide from all of the other big fish. I looked down and notice how fast i'm walking. I just want to get to my class in one piece. Whilst trying to weave my way through everybody i finally see my class. The door wide open for me to jump in and hide.

"Finally"

I say slowing down my pace. Ms. Roberts will always and forever get under my skin. 

Walking down the aisle of desks is one of the worst feelings. I felt like the desks were staring me down, gaining dominance. "alright". I think to myself. I sit down in my spot. Its MY spot. Its where i feel like i have a special place to myself. To myself. My space. Special.

The teacher walks in with a relaxed expression. Mr. Harris. My favorite teacher. He teaches science. He is actually smart enough to know that not all minds are wired the same way. I respect that. He had a good sense of humor. All science jokes of course. I was the only one who really understood them. Mr. Harris and I got along well. We both had a mixture of creativity and logic. Something that rarely occurs in this damned school. 

"Good morning"

I loved his voice. It was calming. I felt like I was ready to learn.

"Tell me, where did we leave off Yesterday?"

No one answered. I wanted to raise my hand but I decided not to.

"Sinclair."

Damn.

"Um, we left off at.."

I can almost feel peoples thoughts.

"We um...left off at page 126... In the textbook."

"Thank you. Now-"

This is the part where I always seem to drift of in my own world. I don't really know what my world looks like. All I care about is that it is just my world. Not Ms. Roberts' world. Not Mr. Harris' world. Not even my mothers world. My world