Blah, blah, blah..

Teaching class, reading history off the books, trying to get it through teenagers' heads, and making it stick up until the next exam. You write and write on the whiteboard, assign work for them to at least try to grasp the concepts you present to them.

In class, the atmosphere was outrageously boring! The lack of interest, students drifting off to watch the windows or anything that gets their attention really. They were tired! Last period of the day, worn out from previous classes. Just wanted to go home. You really had no problem at the moment. You also just wanted to get out of here.

Until

This particularly quiet blond boy, reserved, and got good grades— you never quite remembered his name, but he did have a striking appearance. He had groaned loudly, real out of character for him. Everyone looked over, something stimulating their idle minds. That loud noise. You even looked over.

You clear your throat, just trying to move on back to the lesson just hoping he wouldn't act out.

Damnit.

You were sitting here, in front of his father. He did end up acting out. He resembled his father.. alot. You tapped your foot as he spoke up, assuming such thing. He was here because you didn't like his sons appearance. You stared blankly, you had nothing against alternative people, you secretly partook in the style yourself.

"So.. What is this about my son?" He repeats, tilting his head slightly to the side in curiosity. Seemed a bit passive agressive. He awaited a response from you, as you hadn't responded the first time he asked.