Some people never seem to know how to respect the fact that you are sleeping and don't like to be disturbed.
My arm is lifted and dropped on the table, creating a loud thud. I let it happen two more times before stopping him.
"I'm up." I stifle a yawn, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. "Were you trying to dislocate my arm?"
"No. I was making sure you didn't die on me." He protests, trying to pick up my arm again.
I pulled my arm away from him, looking around at the now empty classroom. "Well, I didn't."
"Thank God, because I thought you were going to sleep through English." He said as he sprung up to his feet.
"What? Why didn't you wake me?" I exclaimed as I gathered my books and walked out of the classroom. Mr. Smart isn't exactly the kindest person when it comes to lateness. He'll send us to detention, or he makes us do weird plays in front of the class. Sometimes, he does both. I think it depends on his mood.
"If I didn't wake you, you'd still be drooling."
