Chapter 44

I was once again late for school today. My attendance has been abysmal. When I walked into the classroom, everyone looked at me. I walked to my seat as if there was no teacher present. She was furious at me for not treating her with respect. 

I hung my bag and sat down, resting my head on my locker, once I arrived at my seat. She was about to leave the classroom, and since her period was only a few minutes away, there was no point in listening to her.

I couldn't get a good night's sleep last night. My eyes felt like they were being yanked out of their sockets. "Hey, guy, get up, she's mad at you," Josh said quietly. After he repeated himself several times, I wondered what he was listening to. 

She's still in the classroom, I see. I slowly lifted my head from the locker. I also don't remember wishing her when I walked into the classroom. I guess she's not going to take it with me. I'm almost certainly going to detention.

My head was bowed down. Looking her in the eyes would only exacerbate the situation. Her footsteps could be heard approaching my seat. Oh no, I thought I'd gotten away from her by not looking up at her. 

Why is she approaching me now? "Adam, raise your head," she instructed. "Shit," I muttered. "Did you say something?" she wondered. 

I shook my head, "No, I wasn't talking to you," I clarified, "Better." I'm well aware that I'm putting myself in jeopardy. 

burst out laughing With what I just said, I sparked her rage, and the class laughed along with me. "Are you attempting to disrupt my class?" she demanded angrily. "No, I'm not attempting to do so. They simply find it amusing "I responded softly.

The show was entertaining the class, but I was in big trouble. I despise detentions. In my fourth year, I was given a detention for disturbing the class. "Your detention for today is over," said the teacher in charge of detention. 

I was exhausted but relieved that detention was over. I stowed my books in my bag, carried my bag, and dashed into the corridor. I was overjoyed until I arrived at the location where I had parked my bicycle. My bicycle had already been stolen.

I was heartbroken. Mum had given me the bicycle to celebrate my twelfth birthday; there was only few teachers left in the school and there was no one to give me a ride home. I trudged home; there was no bus at the station; I was going to be late, so I began scrolling home while the clouds clouded over. It was about to rain. 

I began running to get home before the rain began, but I was too slow. It started raining before I arrived home. I was dangling my feet in the water. I became ill as a result of this traumatic experience and was unable to attend school the following day.