Ursa Minor
Junior Member
Luke decides not to think about what the day will bring him when he's in school. It's a simple concept really not focusing on what troubles him. He ties it together with his studies and with his tests as he solves equations and generally spends his time on something that keeps him busy. His hand hurts by the writing of the pencil and his mind is a somewhat dull throb as the pain recedes. The words come out in dark grey charcoal as he puts his thoughts onto paper. He's about ten sentences in and it continues in a steady pace. He licks his lips without wondering and sighs. The air around him is cool and the students next to him sigh and whisper to one another as they pay attention to somewhere else.
"I expect this to be done by the end of next period. You can return this to me by tomorrow afternoon." Mr. Baxter's voice is calm yet demanding. His dark pepper and white hair is curled in a thick ponytail and it matches his outfit. Luke tries not to notice the stain on his shirt and the stink of his breathe.
"Yes, Mr. Baxter." The class sighs as one. The bell is only two minutes away and the end of the day approaches quickly. Luke knows he'll be done by then seeing as he already has his main point down and has to put his conclusion into words. He smiles as he wraps it up and lets loose a quite sigh and sits up cracking his back. That earns him a quick glare from the boy next to him, envy tinted in his green gaze, and he looks away almost in shame.
He doesn't mean to do it. The work is easy and he doesn't know why really. He's not gifted or talented or anything like that despite what the teachers say and he knows that he's not in the top twenty or even thirty. He's just some skinny Latino with hardly any friends. Nothing different or new in this high school. The bell rings loudly causing a few students to jump in their seats. Luke grabs his paper along with his backpack--everything was packed neatly a few minutes ago-- and turns it in to the teacher. Mr. Baxter smiles knowingly and tips his head as Luke strides past him quickly and steps out into the crowded hall.
"I expect this to be done by the end of next period. You can return this to me by tomorrow afternoon." Mr. Baxter's voice is calm yet demanding. His dark pepper and white hair is curled in a thick ponytail and it matches his outfit. Luke tries not to notice the stain on his shirt and the stink of his breathe.
"Yes, Mr. Baxter." The class sighs as one. The bell is only two minutes away and the end of the day approaches quickly. Luke knows he'll be done by then seeing as he already has his main point down and has to put his conclusion into words. He smiles as he wraps it up and lets loose a quite sigh and sits up cracking his back. That earns him a quick glare from the boy next to him, envy tinted in his green gaze, and he looks away almost in shame.
He doesn't mean to do it. The work is easy and he doesn't know why really. He's not gifted or talented or anything like that despite what the teachers say and he knows that he's not in the top twenty or even thirty. He's just some skinny Latino with hardly any friends. Nothing different or new in this high school. The bell rings loudly causing a few students to jump in their seats. Luke grabs his paper along with his backpack--everything was packed neatly a few minutes ago-- and turns it in to the teacher. Mr. Baxter smiles knowingly and tips his head as Luke strides past him quickly and steps out into the crowded hall.