Charlie was staring at them. He really should be paying attention to the lesson, but how could he? They were incredible. The teacher couldn’t put them near Charlie and expect him to pay attention to class.

Charlie’s daydream was cut short by the teacher, she stood in front of his desk and cleared her throat. Suddenly their eyes were on charlie and now they knew he was staring.

Charlie quickly looked away, he turned to the teacher and smiled sheepishly. “oh, sorry, Mrs. Martinez.”*