As I stared out of the classroom window, I slowly let out a sigh. At that
moment I didn't really know what was wrong. I guess that it was just
another one of those days where nothing seemed to go right.
I woke up this morning at 3, fully awake. I remembered staring at the clock in utter confusion. The last time I looked at the clock it was two. I began to wonder if I even fell asleep at all, or if I just thought that I did.
Things were so messed up lately that I had no idea what was even going on. I could barely even remember what I had done that . . .
My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by this familiar feeling. I felt as if I was being watched. But it was nothing new. Only, this time, I felt someone intently watching me; not a casual stare, it was a full blown stare. It was nerve wrecking.
As I shifted nervously in my seat I tried to think of who in their right mind would be staring at me so intently, or why. I shuddered at the thought of why they might be staring.
Lately there were a lot of rumors going around school about me; despite the fact that no one actually knew me. I used to be invisible to everyone, and quite frankly, I would have preferred it that way. I had no friends; I didn't like the drama, not to mention that I had enough of it at home already, and I pretty much just kept to myself.
God, that staring! It was driving me insane. As I was deciding whether or not to turn around the teacher called out a kid's name ," Mr. Hand? What are you staring at?"
" Oh. I - I . Ugh . Well I was just staring out the window at a squirrel scurrying up that tree," he stammered as he pointed to a tree in the courtyard of the school.
I've been staring at the courtyard for the past twenty minutes or so, and I never once saw a squirrel. . . Then it hit me . . . Was he staring at me?
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He shifted nervously in his seat. I could tell that he felt he was being watched. As badly as I wanted to stop starring at him, I couldn't.
I just watched him as he continued to stare out the window with an occasional shudder. I loved it when he shuddered like that. His black curly locks trembling with him as his whole body shook. He looked so small, so fragile in his baggy Spit Fire hoodie and his baggy Dickies. He was adorable.
I didn't know much about him; actually all I knew was what the rumors were telling me. I don't see how anyone could spread rumors about Trent. He always seemed to keep to himself I never saw him talking to anyone or even acknowledging that other people were around. Maybe that is why people chose to talk about him, he seemed so . vulnerable?
Suddenly I heard Mr. Manix yell my name ," Mr. Hand? What are you staring at?"
Well I couldn't tell him the truth, so I made up a lie ," Oh. I - I . Ugh . Well I was just staring out the window at a squirrel scurrying up that tree." I then pointed to the tree in the school's courtyard. I could feel all of the blood rushing to my face even before I began to speak.
Oh man! I blew it. I don't think that anyone realized what I was actually doing, except a couple of my friends in the back of the room who let out a short lived snicker, and. Trent; I saw a shudder pass through him as he realized it was I who was staring at him.
A long soft sigh escaped my lips as I realized that I should have thought of a better lie.
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I woke up this morning at 3, fully awake. I remembered staring at the clock in utter confusion. The last time I looked at the clock it was two. I began to wonder if I even fell asleep at all, or if I just thought that I did.
Things were so messed up lately that I had no idea what was even going on. I could barely even remember what I had done that . . .
My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by this familiar feeling. I felt as if I was being watched. But it was nothing new. Only, this time, I felt someone intently watching me; not a casual stare, it was a full blown stare. It was nerve wrecking.
As I shifted nervously in my seat I tried to think of who in their right mind would be staring at me so intently, or why. I shuddered at the thought of why they might be staring.
Lately there were a lot of rumors going around school about me; despite the fact that no one actually knew me. I used to be invisible to everyone, and quite frankly, I would have preferred it that way. I had no friends; I didn't like the drama, not to mention that I had enough of it at home already, and I pretty much just kept to myself.
God, that staring! It was driving me insane. As I was deciding whether or not to turn around the teacher called out a kid's name ," Mr. Hand? What are you staring at?"
" Oh. I - I . Ugh . Well I was just staring out the window at a squirrel scurrying up that tree," he stammered as he pointed to a tree in the courtyard of the school.
I've been staring at the courtyard for the past twenty minutes or so, and I never once saw a squirrel. . . Then it hit me . . . Was he staring at me?
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He shifted nervously in his seat. I could tell that he felt he was being watched. As badly as I wanted to stop starring at him, I couldn't.
I just watched him as he continued to stare out the window with an occasional shudder. I loved it when he shuddered like that. His black curly locks trembling with him as his whole body shook. He looked so small, so fragile in his baggy Spit Fire hoodie and his baggy Dickies. He was adorable.
I didn't know much about him; actually all I knew was what the rumors were telling me. I don't see how anyone could spread rumors about Trent. He always seemed to keep to himself I never saw him talking to anyone or even acknowledging that other people were around. Maybe that is why people chose to talk about him, he seemed so . vulnerable?
Suddenly I heard Mr. Manix yell my name ," Mr. Hand? What are you staring at?"
Well I couldn't tell him the truth, so I made up a lie ," Oh. I - I . Ugh . Well I was just staring out the window at a squirrel scurrying up that tree." I then pointed to the tree in the school's courtyard. I could feel all of the blood rushing to my face even before I began to speak.
Oh man! I blew it. I don't think that anyone realized what I was actually doing, except a couple of my friends in the back of the room who let out a short lived snicker, and. Trent; I saw a shudder pass through him as he realized it was I who was staring at him.
A long soft sigh escaped my lips as I realized that I should have thought of a better lie.
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