Azura

After gym, the rest of my day was surprisingly uneventful. There were still side-eye stares and snickering whispers, but no one came up to me or started any trouble.

I guess Clem is up there in the student hierarchy.

I shouldn’t speak too soon, I step into my Physics classroom, and I can’t help but remember the events that happened just yesterday.

Isn’t nostalgia amazing?

I took the same seat I did yesterday, whipped out my book and continued to read until the other students began to flood in, followed by the teacher.

Hopefully I won’t be injured this time.

“Alright class, I have a meeting this period and no substitutes are available, so this is going to be a study hall period and all of you have to go to the canteen.” The teacher announced.