I sat on the last seat in the middle row, behind a plus-sized kid. Although my age, the boy acted more juvenile than little Mark. He would scratch his lustrous hair then his bum, with chocolate smeared fingers.
What the heck is wrong with him? I thought, irritated already. I rested my elbow on the desk while attempting to write on a fresh page. However, his broad torso obstructed my view. I had to stretch my neck to various angle of his body, in order to see the writing on the board.
At the top of the board was written. "History." And below was indiscreetly written, sub-topics and important points including dates. "July 25, 1415, King Joao I and his sons Prince Duarte, Prince Henry and Prince... s**t!" I cursed frustrated, I couldn't see the remaining name. I closed the book and listened
