*Alex*
I go in the classroom and sit down on an empty seat, noticing there was nobody there. I didn't have any friends anyway as of now. Just as I was levitating my books around, I got distracted and I dropped my books down..I don't know what I was thinking. I took the books manually and put them back on the desk, and sat back down.
*Mr. M*
I just got out of the teacher's lounge and was heading for the classroom.
*Alex*
"I'm fine here, Anna" I say. "The benches are for two people anyways" I say as the teacher enters the classroom.
*Mr. M*
"Good mornin', class. You may remember me from the Math lesson. Since I know most of you hate me, I'll just get straight to the point: Feel free to swear at me, but do it when I can't hear it. If I CAN hear it, it's bad for you." I say as I sit down to the teacher's desk. "Can anybody tell me which you think are the greatest books in the history of English culture?" I ask.
*Mr. M*
"I will tell you my opinion" I say "but after the classmates finish with theirs. I don't want to influence anyone just yet" I say. "I ask again, are there any other opinions?"
"Sir, what about Harry Potter? And Inkheart and the Hunger Games and the Fford series and the books by Charles Dickens and poems by Wordworth and JB Preistly's great play 'An Inspector Calls', and-"
I stopped. I was a book worm but I didn't want to show that side of me..
I start pushing pencils off my desk from boredom and keep watching the clock. It was always fun to me to see who would end up with one of my pencils, was always one of my bad habits growing up.