I COULD STILL HEAR our classmates chattering and talking with each other as I slumped on my seat—bored and staring at the ceiling as if some money would drop any second and I had to catch it myself or else I would lose it.
Sighing because of boredom and lack of interest in chatting with others, I tried to just gaze at everyone—observing. Will I ever get to feel close to being close to them? Or do I have to be? I glanced at my wristwatch and it had been an hour. Thirty minutes to go and I’d be out of this misery. I overheard the guys from the back talking about other things, but when it got to Ceasar, I don’t know why I just allowed myself to listen. Well, I guess I might just have to admit that I am kind of curious about their family. I don’t go around our neighborhood, but I have seen C
