I'm sitting in class, staring at a smart board that played a video which made zero sense to me... Spanish is horrible, honestly.
Not Spanish culture itself just... The class sucks in general.
Nervously, I begin to fiddle with the long green sleeves that cover one of my biggest regrets. My long brown hair was down because I never felt like putting effort into pulling it up. Whenever I put it up, I convince myself that my face is insanely fat.
The only thing I truly put effort into was my makeup. It made me look kind of pretty.
"Sarah-" a voice booms from the front of the class.
My eyes dart up and I subconsciously pull my sleeves up as I give my attention to the teacher. "Yes, Mr. Quintel?"
He sighed, playing his pointer onto his desk. Mr. Quintel was about fourty. His hair was short against his head and he had a slightly shaven beard over his tan skin.
"Are you paying attention at all?"
I inhale, peering around my classmates who were waiting for me to respond.
"I'm trying to," I blurt, begging to pick at the cap of my pen.
He nods before calling me out with, "And why is your paper covered in useless doodles and not notes, Sarah?"
God, can't he just let it go with a warning? I hate this...
"Well?" He pushes, crossing his arms over his chest.
I shrug, looking down at my paper. The rest of the class is trying not to interrupt but I really wish someone would, just so I wouldn't have to talk to Mr. Quintel... I have no excuse as to why I don't have notes... I should have been paying attention, this is all my fault.
"You use to be such a good student, Sarah," he said, turning back to the board. The video continues to play and I'm left her embarrassed.
I feel a light nudge on my arm, and glancing over I see my friend Jamon Smith. He was visibly from this small country town, and you could tell by his short brown hair, grey T, and baseball cap over his head.
"You should really pay attention, Sarah." He pushed, smirking at his whispered humor.
I smile lightly to hide the true embarrassment as I reply with, "Shut up, Jamon."
And with that... the school day continues.
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"The Bridge"
SpiritualAn emotional three person story. An African American cop struggling to stay in his line of duty, trying to keep a supportive job for his wife and two kids. A soon to be mother who feels unable to connect with her family due to her religious beliefs...
