Samuel N. Childers
September 4th, 2015 || Day One
High school, home to the ultimate human conundrum that we call teenagers, and place of burden that currently housed Samuel Nathaniel Childers, and his 6th period biology class. Sam hated this place, but not for the reasons you might presume. Sam actually enjoyed learning, but he hadn't learned anything new in several years, and everyone around him was a complete moron.
Sam sat in the back of the class with the one of the few people he could consider "Not a complete idiot" in the entire room, Ava Johnson. The two of them have had the same classes every year for a long time, and have been friends since middle school. Their friendship was destined to happen, since outside of always being around each other, they are also two of the most outwardly boring people in the entire school. Most other people would probably fall asleep talking to someone like Sam or Ava.
Samuel shifted in the uncomfortable plastic chair, staring at the mass produced wooden platform that sat in mid-air while connected to his accursed chair, never to move. There was little in this room to focus on, as the teacher's constant droning on about the same old subject bored Sam to no end, and he just wanted something else to take his attention away. His eyes shifted to Ava, who sat next to him as usual, hoping for some solace in her dull words. Of course, none could be found, as talking over the lesson would be a dumb idea, and Sam was sure that both he and Ava knew this. Sam's eyes resorted to scouring the bland classroom, which ended in Sam staring out someone he only vaguely knew, Serafina, or Ariel, as everyone called her.
Sera seemed to be filling out the form for the Dear Anonymous project instead of focusing on the teacher's words. She must have not finished filling it out during English, like everyone else.
'Some people are just too slow with certain things, I guess.' Sam thought to himself as he silently stared at the girl, turning away when he realized that his actions could be perceived as creepy. The teacher was now back within Sam's view, and had just stopped his lesson, staring at the girl who was currently ignoring his teachings. Everyone stared at Sera as the old man gave her a question, which she answered with the requisite amount of sass. A small amount of laughter was clearly audible, and Sam would have joined in if he wasn't as bored as he was.
The teenager simply readjusted his glasses, and returned his view to Ava, searching her face for any semblance of something interesting, though, that probably wasn't the best place to look.