I Drew You Once in Art Class

Five

Gerard was a good student.

He was wise for his age, and he was bored. He was in his language arts class, talking about a book he'd already read, discussing thoughts he'd already thought. He twisted the strands of his brown hair, staring at the board. His attention, or lack thereof, was soon diverted. The teacher was telling off the group at the back for talking too much and too loud when she was trying to teach. Gerard sort of wished he had someone to get in trouble with, someone to hold back laughter with, someone to pass notes under the tables to, faces red and lips pursed tightly shut, waiting for the response from the recipient. God, how sad is that? Wanting to get in trouble, you're that desperate for company? Jesus.

At least he had art next.