The door to the classroom swings open with a creak. I glance up to see who is late and if they will actually get reprimeneded. A boy with thick black popeye glasses, messy hair, and freckles stands in the door way. He has his arms full of paphlets from the office.
He must ne knew. He looks around as if judging us, sizing us up. He is skinny, like meth -head skinny. The aura of danger seems to radiate off of him. He looks straight at me; eyebrows raised, lips pursed in a tight line, hands clenched.
The only empty seat is beside me. He walks over, taking the seat, and shooting me a dangerous look.
The teacher continues on with the lecture, as if he was never interuppted. Everyone turns their page and I am lost. The boy leans over," I am Case. Page 77, paragraph nine." I smile and nd in thanks, he smiles back.
I quess first impressions are not always right.
Author Notes: I am sitting in Biology and bored out of my mind so....
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