Ritchie awoke with a pool of drool around his mouth. It was beginning to darken outside. His mind was dazed, the ground felt cold and hard. Wait- ground? He was on the ground… Why wasn’t he in his bed? Where was he? He was still in his math classroom… what had happened? Ritchie couldn’t form a complete answer as to why he had woken up on the floor of his math class.. Harmon had asked to talk to him after class, he stayed after, Harmon had complimented him on his work recently and told him of his A… that was all. Why was he still in there? How had he fallen asleep? Why did he have this weird feeling of being toyed with in his gut? Ritchie ran a hand through his hair and straightened his clothes. He credited it all to crazy teenage hormones and walked out of the classroom.
Meanwhile, Mr. Harmon sat in the teacher’s lounge with one of his colleagues. Mrs. Vortex, the science teacher, was engaged with him in a conversation about the only thing that ever threatened their plans, Ritchie Baker.