Robert Fallson - History Class
Ah, history. A class dedicated to learning from the mistakes and successes of those that came before, so that those mistakes are not repeated and those successes are. Robert enjoyed history with all his heart. It reminded him of the good ol' days when his dad would come see him late at night and tell him all of those corny tales of young heroes going off on grand adventures. Albeit, usually the stories his dad told ended on a much happier note than most of the ones taught in class, but that really only made Robert enjoy it even more. If you know how a story will end because it follows the same formula as other similar stories, than it isn't that thrilling. The unpredictable nature of history only increased Robert's interest in the subject. "I wonder what we will learn today," he said cheerfully as he took his seat.
The young hunter-in-training stared at the front of the room, ready for the class to begin. "Any minute now... Any second now... Any millisecond now... Any nanosecond now." He waited a little while longer before realizing that he was a bit earlier than he thought. "Well, I guess I could always find someone to talk to," Robert said as he turned in his chair to look around the room. Everywhere he looked, it seemed to Robert as if everyone was already in a conversation or they seemed to give off an atmosphere that they weren't really interested in talking at the moment. Even his own, new teammates seemed to fit into one of those two categories. "That's alright, I can just sit here until more people come who feel like talking to me." And so Robert sat there, diddling his thumbs, waiting for either the class to start or for someone to find an interest in him.
As the seconds ticked by, the boy began to get dispirited. "Someone please talk to me," he whispered to himself as his expression stayed at a friendly looking smile. "I don't want to be alone."
Ah, history. A class dedicated to learning from the mistakes and successes of those that came before, so that those mistakes are not repeated and those successes are. Robert enjoyed history with all his heart. It reminded him of the good ol' days when his dad would come see him late at night and tell him all of those corny tales of young heroes going off on grand adventures. Albeit, usually the stories his dad told ended on a much happier note than most of the ones taught in class, but that really only made Robert enjoy it even more. If you know how a story will end because it follows the same formula as other similar stories, than it isn't that thrilling. The unpredictable nature of history only increased Robert's interest in the subject. "I wonder what we will learn today," he said cheerfully as he took his seat.
The young hunter-in-training stared at the front of the room, ready for the class to begin. "Any minute now... Any second now... Any millisecond now... Any nanosecond now." He waited a little while longer before realizing that he was a bit earlier than he thought. "Well, I guess I could always find someone to talk to," Robert said as he turned in his chair to look around the room. Everywhere he looked, it seemed to Robert as if everyone was already in a conversation or they seemed to give off an atmosphere that they weren't really interested in talking at the moment. Even his own, new teammates seemed to fit into one of those two categories. "That's alright, I can just sit here until more people come who feel like talking to me." And so Robert sat there, diddling his thumbs, waiting for either the class to start or for someone to find an interest in him.
As the seconds ticked by, the boy began to get dispirited. "Someone please talk to me," he whispered to himself as his expression stayed at a friendly looking smile. "I don't want to be alone."