Oh great, this stupid class again, I thought as the second period bell rang for release. I sulked to the classroom’s door, trying to mentally prepare myself for my unfortunate third period. I swear the guys in this class were mistakenly passed in the fifth grade, seeing as their brains haven’t developed since then. The girls however are the only reason why I even make it out of this class alive, for their intellect and mature nature bring me clarity, even when I think I’ve officially lost it.
As the pupils finally assembled in their assigned desks, a very deep voice that can easily be distinguished called my name. “What Kyle?” I said as I tried to conjure up what new idiotic thing this pitiful kid had to say.
“BA-A-A-A!” I plastered an enthusiastic expression on my face as I thought to myself, There’s no way this kid doesn’t have some sort of disorder. The rest of the class snorted out laughter as I saw in the corner of my eye, Joey’s obnoxious arm flail. The sight of those lanky long arms struck so much annoyance in me it took every nerve in me not to rush over and cut them off.
“So what exactly are we doing today?” I followed the voice of the person who asked and was soon blinded by the reflection his forehead gave off.
“Chase, today we are going to write a short story. Don’t even think about writing something that makes me question your sanity and has to have me send you to the guidance counselor for a discussion.”
Even though that’s everyday, I thought irritatingly. Before you know it, Kyle was already in the closet, popping popcorn. Well, burning popcorn is what I should say. The crisp smell of the burning kernels sifted across the room like it does every day, leaving me secretly gagging on the inside. I went to sit back at my desk as I dodged a paper ball being thrown from across the room- again. Sometimes it’s really hard to refrain myself from not picking one up and chucking it at Brooks’s freckled face.
Sitting busily at my desk enjoying my awesome Pandora station, the song “1000 miles” came on, and before I could change stations, all the students bellowed along with it. I began laughing, the kids thinking I thought they were humorous, but it was truly me trying to maintain control of myself and not lose my mind. I suffered as they sang the last lyric, doing everything but the assignment I had requested they do at the beginning of class. I glanced at the clock; great, fifteen more minutes of this torture and I’ll finally be free.
“Excuse me,” Mason said as he tried to get my attention. I ignored him, hoping that thing would just go away if he saw I gave him no attention. Unfortunately my plan backfired and he got up from his desk and came over to me.
I took a deep breath and looked up politely, trying not to focus on his pasty skin. “What is it that you want Baby?” He thought I called him that as a nice nickname, but really I adopted it to him because of his abnormal babyish face for a seventeen year old. However, Mason is the only boy in this room of students that doesn’t drive me utterly mad.
Out of no where, Sam came up behind Mason and pummeled Mason on to the floor as Joey followed and dog piled them. It was like dealing with five year old children. As I had three boys piled on my floor, Taylor screaming about someone hiding her shoe, Brooks throwing paper balls at Kyle, and Chase working on anything besides his short story, it was as if a something in my brain malfunctioned.
I swiftly got up and grabbed Mason and Joey by their lanky arms and yanked them to their feet. They uncoordinatedly managed to stand on their two feet as I made my way to Brooks. I snatched up two paper balls and hurled them in his direction, hoping they hit him in his face to give him another dimple. As for Chase who was working so diligently on his little phone game, I extracted it from his hands and smashed it on the floor. Receiving poor Taylor’s shoe from the recycling bin, I plopped it down on her desk, glaring at Chase’s astonished face.
I swiveled around to spot the class gawking at me in silence, Brooks rubbing his cheek in the process.
“THINGS ARE GOING TO BE CHANGING AROUND HERE!” I barked at everyone, some flinching at my transformed tone of voice. A few even took measures as far as crawling helplessly under their desks.
“B-A-A-A-A!” Kyle bleated, thinking this was all a joke. I looked in his direction apologetically. Not that I was sorry for what I had done, but sorry because of what an unfortunate child he was. The class awkwardly followed his lead and started to engulf themselves in laughter, not knowing what else to do. All I could do was stand there in awe. I couldn’t believe I thrashed out like that, but I guess this class truly made me lose my head today, a little more than they did everyday to say the least.
“HA, you really got us!” Brooks shouted, always a tint of anger hidden in his voice. The 10:15 bell finally rang, saving me from these nauseating infants. Everyone rushed out the door in a mass.
“See you tomorrow!” some said as they left my soon-empty classroom. I glared after them, wishing they wouldn’t come back tomorrow to disrupt my peace of mind I always had to regain capture of by the end of the day. The therapy I have to receive for dealing with their tragic presences every day never seems to be enough. Yet, dealing with the hardest situations always makes you a stronger person, no matter what circumstance you’re in. Every day I applaud myself for getting through the next, because God doesn’t give you anything that you can’t handle.