8 Chapter 8: False Anxiety

Mr. Haggens resumed his speech about today’s lesson like nothing had happened. He went on and on about who know what. After what I saw it would be a long time before I could focus upon anything else. Thankfully the rest of the hour went on quickly relieving me from the sensation of getting suffocated by minute because of sitting in this classroom.

When the bell rang, happily but not to soon, everyone stood from their seats so quickly like we were competitors in a sprint at olympics games. I retrieved my bag from the floor where it had fell forgotten I don’t even remember in which exact moment that happened and strode toward Mr. Haggens who was looking at the escapers with indifference.“ Sir you said, you wanted to see me after class” I said to him after reaching him.

“Yes, here take this” he said handing me a sheet of paper “This is the class program, given it’s already the middle of the semester so you will have to work hard if you want to stay in this class in particular”.