"Tick tock goes the clock. Tick tock it continues. Tick tock tick tock", says Mr Askara, "you did well. Although it could have been longer"

I sigh. Another boring class. Language and Literature is the worst class in my opinion.  All the teacher have us do is analyze this and analyze that. Like what if then author do not have a secret meaning. What if the author said the curtains was blue because they were freaking blue and not that he is implying he is depressed. It is such bull. 

I stare out the window. taking comfort in what I see. children playing on the playground. Cars going by. The Dretsis flying above. It is simply beautiful.

"Blake! Focus", Mr Askara says. I mumble 'sorry' not looking him in the eyes.

"I couldn't hear you", Mr Askara says. I look up.

"Sorry", I says. He looks at me disapproving. I hear the voices of people saying I should attack him. I know better. I look away. Mr Askara continues with his lesson. I stare emptily at the board. Feeling safe and protected by the waves of the floor and the movements of the walls. When I was small this used to scare me. Now, it comforts me when the evil creatures are near. They can not touch me but that does not mean they still are not scary.