The bell rang, the class was over. Mr. Salaam awoke. "Ah, I see my time's over," he slowly packed his belongings. "We will continue from where we last left off." With that, he walked out of the class at a very slow pace.
I looked speechless at the door he walked out from. "You'll get used to it," Carly's voice shook me out of my daze. "Just don't forget to read the textbooks thoroughly, they are very detailed. English is not difficult, once you've understood the basics of the language, what comes afterward isn't to be feared," she said.
We packed our bags ready for the next class, "You draw?" Carly asked as I was zipping my bag close. Wondering how she knew, I replied, "Yeah, sort of."
"I saw you drawing earlier as Mr. Salaam slept," she said, maybe because she sensed how slightly freaked out I was.
"I've always had the talent since I was little." Then I unzipped my bag and brought out the book I drew in. Turning to the page, I exposed the book to Carly.
