Here I sit, in complacency. This was how it was supposed to be, this was how I wanted it. After I had left the "library", what a disappointment it had turned out to be...just an empty space, I had gone straight to class, from that one to another. Now here I am in one more class before I leave. This class is boring, the teacher doesn’t know her subject, even I could teach better. Sitting here drawing circles around the desk, my eyes start to wander around the room. I’m the type of person who doesn’t like to be noticed, to be in the back of class, so when I spot a pair of eyes staring at me through silver rimmed glasses I immediately retreat into my shell, look away. My finger began to speed up in its spheroid journey. Stop looking at me. I feel the gaze pass and I am calm again. I’ve made it this far without freezing up, I can get through the day. Bason was a few seats away, I looked at him; he was so cocky and confident. Was that even the text book? I looked away, not wanting to be noticed. How did one become like that? Was it something you were born with? Or was it something you acquired through life experiences? I made a mental note to find a book or two on that subject. Maybe I had on in my room? I haven’t looked through the maze of books that I’ve managed to collect in a while. It was time I went through them, maybe sell a few? Even as I thought that I knew it was futile. I could never give my books away. I didn’t have it in me; the books are all I have. Like the Cowardly Lion, all I needed was some courage. Maybe all Bason needed was a heart? Maybe the little boy who had looked at me earlier needed to find his way home? He had looked almost as frantic as I felt. All that needed to be found was someone who needed a brain. I almost laughed at the thought.
The bell rang signaling end of class, the end of a day. Students shuffled out of the room, all eager to get home, everyone but myself, I didn’t want to go home yet. I left the classroom, turned to my right and noticed someone standing in the doorway. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who was less than eager to return home.