I could sense a voice calling out to me; it was the voice of a girl. She sounds as if she's in trouble. I try to help but for some reason, I can't. Out of nowhere, her voice instantly turns into a man's, "Jack!"

Horrified by the sudden change, I wake abruptly, yelling, "No!"

After carefully examining my surroundings, I came to the conclusion that I fell asleep during Math class. Once more, Mr. Johnson was standing over me, giving me the usual look. I feel my face turn slightly red as the class observes us.

"Yo! Mr. J, what's up?" Addressing him, I lay out my hand in an attempt to connect with him.

"If I catch you sleeping in my class again, it's detention." Frustrated, he declined my outreached hand, rotates toward the front of the class, and begins walking.

I retract my hand feeling spiteful. Having to pay him back, I rapidly brainstorm for a clever remark.

"Yes sir, Captain 2+2!" I retort as loudly as I could without missing a beat. Everyone in the class definitely heard me, but there was no response from anyone. They ignored me, just as they always do.

Mr. Johnson stops dead in his tracks. I hear him take a breath, then proceed walking. When he finally makes it to the front, he starts, "Now, after that brief interruption, to continue with the lesson. As I was saying-"

He ignored me too.

I throw my arms over my head, attempting to hide my face. Mr. Johnson and I have never really gotten along. In fact, nobody in the school seems to want to be around me, other than my three best friends, Ron, Alex, and Rick. I've been with them for some time.

Attempting to follow Mr. Johnson's math terms has proved to be unbearably boring for me. It usually results in me unconsciously falling asleep. Today was no exception. Only, right before passing out once again, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It jolted me awake. The tap came from the student behind me. I rotate my head around. She held out her hand. There's a note in it.

I whisper to her, "What's this?"

"Just take it. Unlike you, I'd like to pass this class." She said in an irritated tone.

Offended, I take the note, whispering to myself as I rotate my head back around.

"Sheesh."

I open it up discreetly so that Mr. Johnson won't notice. The note reads:

"Meet us on the roof after school. We've got something for you. -Ron, Rick, Alex"

The three of them sit in the back of the class, in contrast to me, who has to sit near the front due to "lack of participation." We pass notes all the time because of this distance.

Not understanding the note, I begin turning my head in the hopes of visual aid.

This motion came to a halt, however, when I hear an irritated voice say, "Don't you dare think of distracting me."

Unable to move due to the beast laying behind me, I rest my head down on my desk and stare at the clock right above Mr. Johnson. Patiently, I await the bell to release me from the prison that is this school. I start contemplating what the guys have for me on the roof. Is it some sort of gift? Maybe. All of us being friends for so long, I wouldn't be surprised. I met them back in middle school, after I moved here. Who would have predicted we would be this close? Although, once we graduated to High School, we needed a place to chill, in order to get away from everything. That's where the roof came into play. One day, when Alex was looking for some peace and quiet, he came across the stairway to the roof. An idea came to Rick, "Let's use the roof as our hang out!" Being the tech expert among us, he did some digging around on the school system. "The only person that goes up there is the janitor. It's perfect for us!" He told us.

It's been our spot ever since.

The bell catches me by surprise as I come back to earth.

"I will see all of you back here on Monday." I hear from Mr. Johnson.

Excited to go home, I see the entire class gather their things and quickly leave. Johnson also goes to sit back at his desk.

Confused, I think to myself; hold on. What day is it? I gaze to the board, which always has the correct date. The day is Friday, November 4th, 2022.

"Oh! I get it now! How could I forget? I'm so stupid!" Now, I understand exactly what the guys want to give me.

Interrupting, Rick invites me, "Come on. What are you waiting for?"

Rick stands next to my desk, holding his hand out with a smile, while Alex and Ron wait for me at the classroom door.

I take Ricks hand and reply, "Nothing. Absolutely Nothing."