As the teacher began introducing me. I glanced over the class, smiling.There seemed to be some interesting people here… Instantly, though, my eyes were drawn to back of the room.There sat a boy, dressed completely in black, who had his eyes closed, his face twisted in an expression of complete and total anguish.
Well, somebody certainly had a problem. I wonder…
The teacher distracted me, “Paige, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?”
I saw the boy in the back wince, a vein in his temple throbbing. His eyes were still mashed shut. I was interested at this reaction and I watched him as I made my reply, “Hm… well, I’m from Florida…” his arms were shaking now as he clenched the desk, “And I play the piano,” I finished, shrugging. He relaxed slightly.
“Well,” the teacher said, “That’s great! Now why don’t you find yourself a seat.”
I went straight to the back, plopping down next to the boy. His eyes were still closed, and his face was still tense. But when I sat down he turned to stare at me.