Elixir Dreams

ii.

"The answers for all 20 of the questions are located between pages 120 and 185, also a small summary must be included," Mrs. Livingston affirmed, standing by the door and the students poured out of the door, biology textbooks in hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow Tex, good luck with the fam," Ronna chuckled lightly as she turned, her back facing the rest of the hall.

"Thanks Ronna, see you later," I responded. A large part of me wished the Ronna would be sitting with me on the living room couch when my mom came back, to lessen her blow.

I walked along a hall, full of people who hadn't walked a day in their lives, going to my very last, and frankly boring class.

Usually my last 90 minutes would be a free period, to head home early or start some homework. Sadly, becoming a sophomore everyone had to take at least 4 career planning classes. My first one was today, and I hadn't heard good reviews of the class.

Arriving at the monotonous class, the teacher, I presume, was right at the door.

I gave her a quick smile as she wasn't looking to be very social, or even have emotions, a small reflection of the class in her eyes.

I pass by the teachers desk, walking down past 2 rows of sweet mahogany desk, each one empty. I didn't know why I was so particular about my seating choice as no one would be there to ruin it.

My eyes gazed up for a split second before selecting my seat, trying to see who else would be in attendance.

One girl, almost definetly a senior, who was probably very unsure about her future considering. 1. She was a senior. 2. She was on FaceTime with a friend, talking loudly as if she was at her own home.

I did a barely shallow sigh, looking to the next person who seemed all to gassed up for this class, and not even a sophomore. Her pixie cut neatly pinned behind her ear, and a fresh new notebook out that spelled "I am too hyped".

The last of the trio was a boy. I could immediately tell we had the same feelings about the class. He was clearly comfortable, his feet sitting out from under the desk and his hands in the Nike hoodie he was in.

I took my seat in the rows just in between the boy and the hyped girl, making sure to stay far away from the trainwreck yelling on facetime.

Four more kids walked in, who I hadn't bothered to look at.

The door finally shut, bringing an eerie silence as the noise of the halls was shut off.

The teacher, Mrs.Penzola walked to the front of the class, picking up a piece of pasty chalk the crumbled slightly at her touch.

I couldn't see what she was writing, but the class of 8 peeped up to see, including Ms.facetime.

"What do you want to do when you grow up?"

The basic words for the class she had written on the board.

Mrs.Penzola turned around.

"Can anybody answer this question?" She said dragging the piece of chalk under the 10 words.

Hyped up girl raised her hand, as I expected her to do.

"Oncologist ma'am"

"And what about you?" She pointed to a guy near the front.

"Biomedical engineer"

"And you Ms.?" She was referring to the other girl sitting in a corner seat.

"Architect"

"You guys notice that? You all said what you wanted to do when you grow up, and you were all wrong," Mrs.Penzola said blunty.

"What do you mean ma'am?" The pixie cut girl asked.