二個多小時，直接擠掉編程的時間和大半閱讀時間。讀了一下，倒是有種重新認識娃的感覺，感覺她在我沒有看到的時空悄然長大了。。。貼個開頭
The day was perfectly normal, a surreal sight indeed, papers flying, textbooks being thrown around, the 5 people practicing for the paper airplane contest yeeting airplanes across the hall; a truly plain day at any middle school. However, as you and I will soon know, sometimes it’s the most unspectacular days that’ll turn out to be… unfortunate.
It was a beautiful spring morning, morning dew lazily crawling off the glorious petals of the Orchids in the garden. The bell rang, signaling the start of another busy day at Blue River Middle School. People of all different grade levels went inside the building. Some sluggishly trudged, dragging their feet on the ground, while others bounded joyously through the halls skipping and whistling as they opened their lockers, getting ready for their first class. I, was amongst those ones who skipped through the halls, my mind set free to roam as free as an eagle. My first period was math, but I stressed not; math’s always been my strong suite since for as long as I could recall, a little Algebra quiz wouldn’t hurt anybody.
I unlocked my locker as my best friend came up to me. Although, you wouldn’t know her, of course, why would you? I’ve only started. Her name is Sophie. “Hey,” she asked tapped me on my shoulder as I dropped my backpack into my locker while grabbing a few books for my next class. Natural Science, How Gravity Works, that was only the tip of the iceberg. “You studied for the test last night?” Sophie asked, nervously twiddling her thumbs together. “Oh yeah, I mean no. I studied for it…,” I pretended flipping through a book, “on March 2nd. Ah! Stop twiddling your thumb like that! You look like your finger is trying to eat your other finger while being eaten.” She rolled her eyes at me as I smuggly smiled. Standing up, I told her she better get to class as I pointed at the clock.
Rushing to Mrs. White’s class I quickly sat in my seat just as attendance started. Mrs. Whites is a, hmm, how should I phrase this? A peculiar lady. No, I’m lying, she’s your standard 70 year old next door neighbor that threatens to call the firefighters because you locked your bike within 10 meters of her house. She looked at us over her spectacles that was almost sliding off her nose. “Kyle!” Mrs. Whites suddenly shouted. “Here!” A voice rang from a few seats behind me.
Mrs. Whites grumpily shouted out another few names as I started to phase out of reality, thinking of the projects I’d have to do after school. “Celestia!” she shouted, bring me back to reality. “Here!” I replied. Mrs. Whites nodded approvingly, using her pen to mark off people who hadn’t come. “Alright, listen up.” She said clapping her hands together before sitting down at her desk, adorned with multiple pictures of her while she was young, holding a baby boy and girl before glaring intently at us. “I will say this once and only once. If you don’t pay attention, I suppose you’ll just get an F.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Punkaj stiffen to attention, carefully sliding a fidget spinner into his desk. “So,” Mrs. Whites continued, “come here and grab one paper each in a ORDERLY FASHION; once you finish, be quite or you get an F. I don’t care what you do.”
Following her instructions, the class and I got into a line to grab the test. As I sat down to take a test, the girl beside me, Elizabeth wrapped her hand around her paper in prospective parrier and giving me a dirty look. Elizabeth is one of those people who thinks she’s always so good, although, luckily, I didn’t have to care about her. The test was rather simple, some questions like: Find x, y, and z in the system of equations or something amongst those lines. I quickly finished the test, double checking I had written my name at top and doodling a little parrot next to it before putting it in the turn-in bin next to Mrs. Whites desk.
She looked up from her phone and intently stared at me. I felt a little shiver and stiffly scooted to my seat and started reading a book, trying to ignore the old lady giving me the death glare. The book told the story about a young boy that had lost his parents as well as his friends in an attack from an unknown land, an army that seemingly dissapeared as soon as it had come, breaking down thousands of buildings as well as kidnapping millions. He went to a survivors refugee camp with the few people that was still alive, trying to find a way to get revenge on the army. They succeeded, however, but at a great cost. The boy sacrificed himself for the greater good as the author concludes that he finally had the chance to reunite with his family.
The book was great, enthralling me inside a wonderful world where good triumphs evil, so far from reality but feeling so incredibly possible at the same time. I sighed, closing my book and looking outside the window. Just then, a great boom rung out, like a giant firecracker being fired at the heart of the school. The walls shook, the old ceiling creaking and groaning in agony, the long-gathered dust poured off the fan as the shaking finally ceased. All of the class looked up, some gasping, others screaming, perhaps having a heart attack. Mrs. Whites seemed surprisingly unphased only remarking a few mean comments. “Kids these days, such wimps. Shucks, I’ll talk to her about getting me a new classroom. And new kids, not these untalented individuals.”
My classmates seemed nervous and jittery, always distracted from their tests, looking up every few seconds to check ceiling. It’s state was slowly deteriorating, a few tiles hanging loosely, threatening to fall off at any second. Annoyed, Mrs. Whites suddenly stood up, slamming her hands on the desk, steaming with anger. “You good-for-nothing brats! If you can’t take a test properly, then go out! All of you!” She screamed, pointing towards the door. She had done this trick a thousand times over. She obviously expected us to guiltily look down at our feet while apologizing about how we were wrong and she was right and amazing. However, with the dangers inevitably looming over our shoulders, someone was bound to step up. And guess who it was? Me!
I felt a lump grow in my stomach as well as in my throat. I tried to talk a few times, only to swallow down my words at the last second. But, it was now or never, so I also slammed my hands on my desk and stood up, staring my teacher straight in the eyes. “Ok, thank you. I think we will go. If you want to stay in this creaky classroom, so be it. Your room is soundproof, how do we know that there isn’t all heck breaking loose outside?” Following that, I silently ran out of the classroom with a most of my classmates following me. Behind me, she yelled curses, but she was immediately drowned out as soon as the door opened; there were kids running everywhere, evidently panicking after the giant rumble. Pages flew everywhere with bookbags being layed out on the floor with books being ripped and torn with every person that passed.
