--FROM HERE ON OUT, UNDER CONSTRUCTION--
'Weird fact number one about me: my name has been as unique as I can remember. I never asked where it came from or if it actually meant anything. In my mind, it was an insignificant detail. Why bother?'
Dead leaves fell from the trees outside.
The sound of the chalk scraping against the board had Szeina clutching the pen she was holding on tightly.
A few more minutes of the boring lecture and she will beg Granola to get her out of Alwreck High as soon as possible.
'Five.'
Szeina counted in her head.
'Four.'
The teacher, a man in his forties, squinted his eyes at the class. Round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. His khaki pants matched the brownish hue of his irises.
'Three.'
Those same eyes eventually fell on Szeina.
'Two.'
The muscles around his mouth twitched. He clicked his tongue.
'One.'
