The teacher at the front of the class would be teaching, rambling on about today’s subject and such before turning their back to the class to write something up on the board.

You’d be trying your best to pay attention, trying to take notes on what sounded to be important. But it was difficult considering how there was still an entire hour left of class before the sweet satisfaction of the bell ringing would dismiss you all to head to lunch. So far, it looked like hunger was getting the best of everyone with zero breaks. It was torture.

As you desperately tried to keep awake and focus, the light tap on your shoulder knocked you out of your trance as you turned your head to glance at whoever it was.

Calculester, the one you sat next to you in class, seemed to have wanted to gain your attention desperately, keeping his head directed towards the teacher before leaning to the side to get a little closer to you.

“Do you have a pencil I could borrow by any chance?” he’d whisper as quietly as possible before sitting up straight with his hands on his desk once the teacher took a glance at the class full of students.