"Weak, pitifull, revolting..." The endless stream of vocabulary streamed from the teacher's mouth.
Meanwhile, the big guy himself was fast asleep. Not even noon. It was nine in the morning but the way he was drooling was...
"Hey...someone wake up Carl!"
The name's Carl. Karuri Carl.
Just a while ago, not more than two years, he had transfered from some high profile school in Africa and came to the states.
Reason being, his father was a big shot in the real estate industry. You could say he was the foundation in that area.
He had left the boarding school with a mix of emotion. We'll break them down slowly.
First:Relief- it was evident that the schedule was from hell. Wake up at four, attend a minimum of 11 lessons, then sleep at eleven.
It was thus no surprise that when he was giving his farewell speech in class that morning, a certain nobody called Benjamin was sound asleep. I should know, I am that nobody. (But strangely enough, I remember everything vividly)
Second:Sadness- there was a certain level of excitement you could get from thrilling situations. Like say, being caught sleeping on the job. A guaranteed thrashing. You raise the stakes, the thrill increases.
But more than that, he missed his friends most.
Going to a new place and meeting new people is always a challenge. That is if you are a people person.
But Carl was not a people person. He was, but some people ruined that for him so he became an extreme bonified introvert.
High school in the states was to say the least, peaceful.
It was also a bit boring. Trust me when I tell you, once you hit it out in boxing match, playing fighting tiger becomes boring.
But because he was now a certified Englishman, he had to buff his skills. He had been interested in writing a while before leaving Africa. That was when I was still the secretary of the writing club. (Should have more power than the chairperson, right?)
Anyway, the words his teacher spoke had already popped into his mind when he was fast asleep.
We were talented, me and him. Not only in lying about writing, but also multitasking. We could both sleep through an entire lesson and still come out with a minimum of 60% content. I mean, it's much more than some guy who sat in the back bench, staring keenly at the board, pretending to be attentive and then realizing when the bell ring that he had only been admiring the female teacher's figure. Hell yeah.
He promptly woke up then began his ritual. He had this habit where he would smack his lips then look around him very quickly in case our class teacher was around- not that he could change anything if he was anyway.
"Now. Forget the sleeping immigrant friend over there eyes on me." Don smiled. "That's not what I meant you sicko, I mean on the board!" The madam was in an especially foul mood that day. Was it that time of the month already? God knows.
"Now, I want Carl to tell us what this is quickly before he goes back to sleep. Hurry up, I can already see the sleep lingering in your eyes!"
Carl looked at the board, skimmed through a few word then spoke.
"Its obviously an intro"
The room burst into laughter.
'Did I say something wrong?' He wondered to himself.