Room 14: A Short Story

It was precisely thirteen minutes into the lesson when someone pulled open the door. I didn't move my body in anyway, but I did move my eyes so that I could see just who it was that was now in the doorway. A boy with chestnut brown hair in an anime boy hair cut, a tan that looked a little darker than most, army tags around his neck, a sleepy look that made him seem like he had pulled an all-nighter for an exam and a red and black flannel shirt that was inside out, stood in the doorway scanning the room for something or someone. I went back to reading because I thought he was nothing more than some kid from another class here to ruin the lesson by wishing his platonic bro-friend a happy birthday or some shit like that. "Trolls!" He shouted in …show more content…
I'm supposed to join this class...Unless this isn't room 14?" He said in a voice that could light up a room. The teacher sighed and rubbed her temples. "Yes, I heard we were supposed to have another student. Go ahead introduce yourself," She said then sat down at her desk and probably drank from a flask of brandy. The attention shifted back to him, the boy with the shiny white tooth smile that could blind someone if he doesn't control himself. "Hi, I'm Oliver. Oliver Newcastle. Yes, my parents own that big company, yes I am single and yes, I'm the new kid," He said as if he'd said it a hundred times before. I scoffed to myself and rolled my eyes. He seemed like the kind of kid who'd be accepted into the waiting line for being Georgia's boyfriend and he'd be skipped straight to the front. "Thanks for that, Oliver. Take a seat somewhere. Now, as I was saying before that interruption," She narrowed her eyes at the new kid who smiled innocently. "Algorithms are an important part of maths..." I tuned her out after that. Sasha, you should be listening! What teachers say are important and- Yeah no. I already know algorithms from all those online classes I took during the holidays when I was bored of hearing my parents