‘10. MORE. MINUTES!’
The brunette had to be honest, the way she had shouted that line (in her mind) was very unladylike. But the girl couldn’t help it as the school chair was hard. Specifically, the chair had a hard surface AREA where one would sit on. It had not any arm rest, and is made of a solid material (probably plastic: hardness: lvl10) which is supported by four metal legs the width of a hose. The surface area is coloured a dark blue and parts such as the legs and outline were black. She had the time to describe a mere chair because the clock was certainly not an entertainer for its guest.
Take not the dirty jokes and words that pop into her mind with ‘hard’ but the chair issue was a rather serious matter to Nekana. In a nutshell, she resorted to self-entertainment to keep herself distracted from said up-coming pains that focuses on the lower back area.
She could feel her bum numbing and her brain crying to a non-existing person to GET. UP. Even so, one does not simply get up from their chair, push in the said chair into the desk and walk away for break in front of a teacher. For that was what the girl was thinking of at the present.
Yasmine, contrary to her usual liveliness, agreed. The Maldivian’s eyelids were drooping and she had both her palms supporting her chin. Her soft cheeks were pushed forward giving her the expression of a fish. (Watch those fish lips, Yasmine. *CHUCKS PENCIL*)
Nekana’s face scrunched up and she could literally feel her eyebrows frown and her lips form an upside down smile. With an addition of a twitching right eye, the clock showed 3 minutes till freedom (from class).
*bam*
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A classmate’s forehead had kissed the table.
The teacher, Ms. R turned around and glanced at our 2-seconds-till-slumber class. She was still in her late twenties and the students were somewhat grateful. As it is, if it were an old man or lady, they might’ve have to start an ‘Anti-History Teacher’ day.
Continuing the following second, the teacher then gave them a short lecture as to the following:
“Is my class that boring?” Indeed is, Nekana inwardly agreed.
“You guys are normally so noisy, why’re you all like this now? Am I bad at teaching?” Ms. R dragged. Nekana cursed as another sarcastic comment was about to migrate from mocking land into her mind and; ‘umm, yes. It’s because YOU’RE the one teaching. Just so you know and just saying’ Thankfully, Nekana ceased from blurting the comment out of her now pouting lips else her tongue would be gone after the bell.
It’d been a trend since ancient times and it had ceased to be eradicated until this very day but sarcastic comments towards teachers have been second nature to existing student and perhaps even former students that had become teachers as well; or so Nekana assumed.
*ring!*
"YAAASSSS!!" said Yasmine. And the brunette immediately stood.