I sat staring at my desk, trying to make shapes from the wood designs. So far I’ve been able to make out a lion and a bear with one ear slightly larger then the other. I was now in my sixth period literature class, and completely bored.

“Mss. Merchant,” The teacher’s voice trailed off. I looked up at him, “Please pay attention.”

How was I supposed to pay attention to this man? He was going over the rules for the classroom. In fact all my teachers had the same agenda, bore us all to death by telling us the same exact rules. I looked up to him, not wanting to seem disrespectful.

But then it happened again, I could feel the stares of the blonde boy from the cafeteria. I reasoned with myself that he was just looking my way, or past me, so I continued to listen to the teacher, who was trying to make a joke about a student putting gum under the desk and how a janitor might hit his head trying to clean it. Very funny Mr. Draven.

But I could still feel his eyes on me and they were making me uneasy. I had to do it though; both my mind and body were telling me to. I turned my head, acting as if I were looking down at the floor, and quickly looked up to him. He was, infact, looking directly at me. I stared back at him, trying to see if he would look away, but he didn’t, he just continued to stare at me. My heart jumped a bit, and I looked away from him.

The school bell rang loudly ending today’s courses of classes. I gathered all of my things and threw my bag over my shoulder. I pushed past some students who had stopped in the doorway to admire Mr. Draven’s book collection. I finally walked out of the door and shivered a bit from the sudden just of cool air that hit my face. I could hear the light rain hitting the top of the metal awnings above me.

I felt my way through by bag, searching for my car keys while I walked down the wet pavement, I turn a corner to walk into the parking lot and looked up to my car, well my mom’s brand new Ford Taurus. I was lucky enough that she let me drive it to and from school, especially since I was giving Lilly rides home. I noticed Lilly standing next to the passenger door looking down at her phone, most likely texting. My hands finally found my keys and I pulled them out, securing my bag back under my arm. The sprinkling water coming from the sky was now starting to pour, so I quickly ran to my car unlocking it for both of us to get in.