Boredom to Excitement
The ticking of the classroom clock was the only sound filling the space. My chin rested lazily on my palm as I stared out of the window, my eyes half-closed.
The morning sun poured into the room, casting a bright glow on the wooden desks. Around me, the class buzzed with subdued whispers and scratching pens, but my mind was far from the lesson at hand.
The teacher, a young woman with flowing hair tied into a loose bun, stood at the front of the class. Her soft pink lips, currently forming an adorable pout, moved as she explained something about ancient tactics used in wars. She wore a sleek white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her figure tightly—elegantly, yet dangerously attention grabbing.
Her voice broke through my sleep, calling me out. "Austin..." she sighed, crossing her arms and tilting her head. "Could you not fall asleep in my class for once?"