• "Now class since Mrs. Granger had car trouble this morning Mr. Hollmmbnvmmvmv-" The teachers words mixed into faint mumbles and I blocked out her voice trying to slide into my black sweatshirt. When i realized this was not feasible i got lost in my mind as I spaced out the window at the back of the class.
    Wonder what Violet was doing. I thought picturing her smile in my way to creative imagination.
    Oh gawd why do you even fantasize you will never actually have the guts to even talk to her.
    I paused, was i just fighting with my own mind?
    Maybe?
    Less drugs Oliver.
    No more drugs.
    Cool i'm doing it again.
    "HOOD DOWN I SAID." the unframilliar teacher's dark booming voice echoed through the classroom.
    I jumped extremely high and let out a yelp.
    I looked into his sunken gray eyes and pulled down my hood slowly not wanting to seem like i'm challenging him.
    "Good now stop daydreaming.-" he directed his attention at me but his voice seemed speaking to the class.
    "-We have a very exciting day ahead of us! Full of pronouns and phrases. Oh My so much excitment!"
    I frowned at his British accent only guessing what horrid comment some low-life fat kid would make connecting to my British accent.
    Oh look who arrived just on time?
    "HEY OLIVER-" the over weight american basically snorted laughing knowing the wave of giggles he predicted from his joke.
    "- H-HEY OLIVER, IS THAT YOUR DAD?!?"
    The class erupted and I almost thought the waves of laughter would make the walls of the building collapse. Each laugh in different tone made my ears ring and with each giggle a stone at my heart.
    I showed no emotion.
    I put on a poker face and slid down in my chair, trying to escape wishing i was sitting pretty back in London with real friends.
    But no, i'm here, being torchured by words and fists for the way i talk. Thanks people who employ my dad and think we should live here! Thank you!
    A sharp rap of a ruler against a desk echoed and silenced every soul in the German class.
    "Oh my, Oh my-' the substitute leaned on the wall ruler in hand shaking his head at the obese child.
    How had he gotten over there so fast?
    "I'm afraid, you are in no position to talk-"
    the kid looked up at the teacher, frightened, through rolls.
    "Maybe he straightens his hair, or has different clothes, or talk different, but-"
    I blushed a bright red color and hid in my jumper.
    "He isn't over weight, he doesn't take out his family stress on other students, AND he probably had or will have a girlfriend by the age of 17. You know why? Because he didn't let himself go he says 'wait maybe i shouldn't get two sandwiches at jack in the box-"
    The kid frowned deeply, obviously never taken a put down before.
    "Maybe you get teased, that's why you put down people for fun. Well just because this kid here doesn't say something with words now, he might say something with his fist later."
    The kids breathing got heavy and his face turned brighter than mine.
    "You are a perfect example why american will never loose it's fat steryotipe! because you can't see that this condition you live in is not o.k. with the eat, eat, eat, eat, get teased, tease someone else."
    The teacher turned on his heel and came to the front of the class. His expensive dress shoes clacking against the cheap dusty floor.
    I spaced out in the questioning fact if teachers could tell some one off that bad or why he couldn't have just a gave a refferal.
    A few minutes later my head hit the desk with a thump and i fell asleep.
    ******** this I already know german.