Briar
I hear the door to the class-room open, and look up to see a boy, about a year older than myself, entering. I watch as he and the teacher have a small argument, but quickly look back down before the teacher sees me. I continue studying, and startle a little when the boy bumps into my desk. "It's fine," I mouth back, and then go back to my school book--again. I start to rack my brain, wondering who the older boy is. I'd seen him around the school, but since he's a grade higher than I am, we never had any classes together.
I hear the door to the class-room open, and look up to see a boy, about a year older than myself, entering. I watch as he and the teacher have a small argument, but quickly look back down before the teacher sees me. I continue studying, and startle a little when the boy bumps into my desk. "It's fine," I mouth back, and then go back to my school book--again. I start to rack my brain, wondering who the older boy is. I'd seen him around the school, but since he's a grade higher than I am, we never had any classes together.







