Leaves rustled as the wind swept past, spreading its breezes to those who needed it. I watched as a certain leaf left its home and floated away, following the wind in its journey. Soon, it will fall—into the mass of cars, a park perhaps—but for now; it plays along the soft puffs, treading itself into the horizon.
I sighed, placing my head on the dusty window of our classroom. Outside, the blurry noises of car horns and whistles filled the air. Inside, however—
I hated it when Miss Divine did that—that being 'let's call Miss Wriths when she's not ready or listening.'
Half the class turned to stare at me, and I reluctantly stood, placing my hands behind my back as I always did during recitation. They were expecting me to answer—which I would have easily done if I had known the question. Jace, who was sitting beside me giggled slightly, glad to witness my inability to answer a question I didn't even know of.
"Can you please repeat the question?" I asked Miss Divine, trying to appear as respectable as possible.
Miss Divine frowned, and I readied myself for another one of her speeches regarding participation during class discussion. Instead of the rough flow of words however, the teacher simply repeated the question to me as though I was listening just mere seconds ago. "The measure of inertia is known as?"
"Mass," I replied easily. "The measure of inertia is mass."
"Very good," Miss Divine said through gritted teeth. I smirked inwardly. I knew she was looking forward to speaking about my complete disregard for her lessons—but unfortunately, I was one step ahead.
I took my seat once more, resuming my gaze outside the building. School has been an utter bore, and there was nothing to distract me from this daily life of mine.
My life revolved around studying and studying and my small group of friends. Nothing has made my heart leap or made my brain think beyond its limitations. Nothing has made this boring life of mine slightly better—absolutely nothing. Not even the stories I found amusing. Everything bored me.
Miss Divine, the teacher who'd been wasting half her life teaching in this blasted school, called another one of my classmates. Sometimes I think she's a sadist. Or perhaps a masochist. A person can only take fifty students in a classroom—all being girls—for so long.
"The formula for force is?"
I heard Miss Divine ask, although her voice seemed far away. The sky seemed bluer than usual, and the clouds were all pure white. They looked like cotton. What a waste of a day. I could be outside—enjoying the sweet breeze—but no, I had to be here, in this wretched classroom, with students and their tainted souls and a teacher who is both a sadist and a masochist.
"F is equal to m and a," I heard Giana reply. There was the sound of a chair scratching the floor as Giana took her seat again.
"We will now proceed to newton's law of acce—" What Miss Divine meant to say was acceleration, but she was interrupted by a very loud and seemingly urgent knock on the door. "Excuse me ladies," she said softly, before attending to whoever was at the door.
When she left, over half the class slumped towards their tables and closed their eyes, happy for the short break. Lorraine looked at me from where she sat, and we exchanged knowing glances as she began to head to my chair.
"Bored, Alexa?" Lorraine asked when she arrived. She lifted herself up and sat on my table, crossing her long legs as she did so.
"Always am," I said, placing my chin on my palm. "How about you?"
"The usual," Lorraine said, raising a notebook in level with her face. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"You're going to study even though the teacher's not around?" I asked. Lorraine nodded. "As expected from the Top One."
"Well, you are better than me, if you would only gather your shit up and study once in a while," Lorraine replied, flipping her notebook over. "have you been taking notes?" she asked me. I shook my head, staring out of the window.
"It's too great of a day to spend writing silly notes that I probably won't use in the near future," I said, smirking at her.
"Right," was all Lorraine could say. She chuckled. "Well, I have to go. The old hag's coming back soon."
"It won't be right for the valedictorian to insult our teacher's like that," I said sternly, though a smile fought its way to my lips.
Lorraine's tinkling laughter echoed back to me as she returned to her seat. The old hag she referred to definitely did come back, and she was mad. I fought my laughter as Miss Divine frowned sourly; looking as if she'd just downed a bottle of spoiled milk.
"Ladies," she said loudly, waking my peaceful classmates from their light slumber. A few failed to oblige, while the others looked up to the teacher with heavy eyelids. Miss Divine pinched the area between her eyes, looking very pissed off indeed. "Ladies, please pick yourselves up. We have a visitor."
That certainly made them alive. A visitor meant that a person from another school was spending at least a month in our classroom. It happened once every two months, and a majority of the visitors were boys. I did not favour the lot of them—boys are the very bane of my existence.
Miss Divine cleared her throat angrily. I knew she hated visitors. "Come in."
I didn't normally care about the visitors. They were just boys whose only quality was their charm. I looked at the window, completely ignoring whoever entered that blasted door. I could hear my classmates' light whispers and giggles, but I ignored them all. The blaring sun and blue sky seemed a lot more appealing to me rather than another narcissist.
"Inigo Yates," a low voice proclaimed, and a loud car horn blasted from outside.
My eyes widened in surprise, and I looked at the smirking boy standing in front of the white board.