Inside the Mind of an Introvert

1 - English class

23rd December, 2016

I have no complaints for this is the last day of school. Last day, that is, until the 9th of January. However, if a slightly more, well, engaging class were taking place at the moment, I would appreciate it very much indeed. Of course, such is life to throw me into situations were the best I can do is mentally glue myself to my seat in order to stop myself from pacing around the room in an aggressive manner and adding some loud groans for emphasis as I do so.

Writing truly is the only way to keep my mind off of my incredibly rowdy class. Even though I would much prefer dying over having somebody talk to me, I find myself being somewhat wistful of the fact that nobody is doing so.

Time to begin narrating. A group of kids near me are, as usual, being their noisy selves and fooling about. A group of boys are challenging each other with dares they find on the internet. Perhaps I am intruding into their lives, but it's their fault for not bothering to keep their shenanigans hidden from the forever observant (or so I would like to say) girl who happens to like writing about her surroundings.

My arm is beginning to hurt, but then again it's probably the DOMS (from Weight Training class) kicking in. I have not even written that much yet.

The teacher sits in her own little corner, perhaps glad to have a whole period which she can dedicate to her oh-so-important looking work.

Two girls (let's call them Row and Dee) are occasionally keeping track of how much time we have left before the class ends and "we never see anyone in this class ever again - for two weeks." Row's words, not mine. It is quite a strange thought though. I got really used to being around these people for the majority of the time. I wonder what they will think if they find out about what I am writing. I am almost tempted to show them just to see their reactions. For now, it is best if they are left ignorant of the world in an introvert's mind. This piece of writing reveals not even close to half of my actual thoughts, but it will do for now. I may or may not have a smirk or an "oh, you don't know what I know" sort of expression on my face as of the moment. I can't think why.

Dee just said we have two minutes left.