‘Ugh, this is so boring. What time is it?’ I thought, as I turned around in my desk to see the clock. I squinted in the dark, barely able to see. ‘Pfft. 2:04. Wonderful.’ I was sitting in my last block, Health, counting down the minutes until 2:25 instead of watching the movie we‘d been assigned to watch and write a report on. But, I had already seen it a few times, and besides, I never paid attention, or concentrated in Health anyways.

I picked up the blue mechanical pencil sitting on my book, and tapped in on my desk for a few minutes, before the girl sitting across the row from me, Gina exclaimed, “NIKKI! Knock it off!”

“Wow, calm the heck down.” I replied, snottily. I resumed clicking the pencil on the desk until I got bored. I sighed loudly and pulled out my notebook of quotes. I flipped through the pages to a blank one and began to doodle. “I heart Mr. Zimmerman. I hate heath class. Nikki Smith Blah. Blah… I’m so bored. Mr. Zimmerman is hot. I like shoes…” I continued this pattern of random useless sentences for a few minutes and then decided to cover the page in nice little hearts. I drew around 100 of them, and colored them in.

I suddenly realized I had brought my MP3 player with me, and reached into my coat pocket, and pulled out the little device. I put the earbuds into my ears and as I listened to the sad, depressing emo music I had recently acquired, I continued to doodle, and write some nifty quotes down. I set my chin on my hand, and began to daydream. Abruptly, the lights flickered on, ruining my thoughts. My teacher, Mr. Zimmerman, who is in his late 20’s at the most, with his short dark hair, and amazing eyes, strolled up the aisle to his little podium, and leaned on it. Because of this ridiculous new seating chart I was forced to sit in the back, and with my horrid vision I could never actually see what the board work we had to do, was. So I just didn’t do it most of the time. Okay, I’m a liar, I never did it anymore. I did, when I sat in the front, and that was only because my friend Brandie nagged at me to do it.


“Okay, who wants to answer the board work? If 5 people answer you can have free time until the announcements.” No one raised a hand. Then one or two people, the so called smart kids responded. I prolonged my little doodles and sentences completely not paying any attention, until I heard someone call my name. “Miss Smith. Would you care to share your answer since you seem to be working so diligently on it?” I looked up to the front of the board, and managed to look confused.

“Answer what?” I responded, in a bored tone.

“The board work.”

“Oh, pfft, like I did that? I can’t even read the board from here. Like I was gonna ask someone, and then do the work? Not a chance.” I replied, rolling my eyes. Some of the kids around me laughed, and some of the others just looked at me like, ‘I cannot believe you said that…’ He looked slightly startled at my answer, and then walked over 4 rows and down the aisle of which my desk was at. He picked up my notebook, and I tried to grab it away from him, but I didn’t manage to grab it quite in time.

“Well, if you haven’t been doing your work, then lets see what you have been working on.” He turned the page, and began to read the heart covered page. “Nikki Smith. This class sucks. I am bored. Blah, blah, blah. I think—” He stopped short, and coughed. I cringed, knowing he had reached the part where I said he was hot. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and set the notebook back on my desk. “Next time you come to class, don’t bother sitting down if you aren’t going to participate.” He walked back up the row, and back to the board, where he started talking about internal, and external conflicts of the main character in the movie we were supposed to had been watching.