Snippet #1974376

Andrew sat there, tapping his pencil against his desk. His chin still placed upon the palm of his hand. He huffs while looking up at the digital clock, class was almost over. Thank God. Mr. Steveson went on and on about the first day stuff, lunch period and blah, blah, blah. Andrew zoned out as everyone else was having their own private conversations, a shake of his head as it seemed like no one was really paying attention anymore. His index finger taps against his chin as he stretched his arm forward, his hand dangling over the front edge of the desk as he places his head on his arm. A sigh escapes from his lips as he moves his hand to write inside of his notebook. "Andrew? Are you falling asleep?" Mr. Steveson asks, as it seemed like all the eyes in the classroom was placed back upon him. "No but you are boring this year." He lifts his head up with a smile placed upon his face. A few of his classmates mouths were opened wide. A shrug came across his shoulders as he didn't care at this point what he said.

After a few moments of utter silence, Mr. Steveson rubbed the top of his head, going on with class as he looks around the room, then lays his head back down as he continues to write in his notebook.