“Everyone, take your seats.” The firm voice of Mrs. Brooks said. Jordan watched as everyone, including Sara, went to their assigned seats. In a matter of moments, the boisterous classroom was deadly quiet.
Jordan watched his now gigantic ex-girlfriend run down daily announcements before everyone got a reminder that today’s assignment was due and needed to be turned in. Jordan expected everyone to start turning in papers, but no one seemed to do anything. Almost as if Sara could see the gears in his head spinning, she whispered that the assignments were turned in digitally.
As the lecture began, Jordan could already feel his mind glaze over. He wasn’t the best student, to begin with, and now having to sit through all this a second time felt like a cruel punishment. He had nowhere to go. Nothing to fiddle with or to distract him. All he could do was listen and learn as they talked about Iliad and the Odyssey.
Several minutes passed in surreal fashion as Sara would answer questions and participated in discussions, all with Jordan tucked into her sweater. With each raise of the hand or twist of her body, Jordan would feel. At one point, Sara turned and faced the classroom, and Jordan could see twenty or so giant beings.
He knew they weren’t all staring at him, but it felt like it. Each and every eye felt focused on him. In Jordan’s mind, they were judging him. They were laughing at his plight. They were thinking about how the weak little man now lives tucked into Sara’s sweater.
As Sara sat back down, she plucked Jordan from her sweater and set him down on her desk.
“Pencil,” Sara quietly said before turning her attention back to Mrs. Brooks, not wanting to get into trouble. Mrs. Emily Brooks was famed for being quite strict and having a no-nonsense teaching style.
As Jordan spun around on the desk, he could see the large dominating form of Sara. As he looked at Emily, she seemed miles away. It was a strange feeling to be standing at a desk. He knew that the only way off this desk would be via Sara. A fall from here would certainly be deadly, Jordan thought as he made his way across her desk.
“Just my luck. I would find myself with a know it all.” Jordan said to himself as he bent down to grab the pencil. As he struggled to lift the pencil, he could feel himself teeter from left to right and stagger a bit before gaining control by shifting to a wide stance as he used his shoulder to support the pencil a bit. Jordan was making his way toward Sara when he noticed it had gotten quiet.
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fixed, thanks again