Hello this is just a quick AN I have never written a story before but this is just an expert of one i have been writing currently, I will put up chapters and continue this story if there is interest but please bear with me.
Like any other day math was progressing slowly, as if time itself decided to slow down to match pace with the frial teacher. Often I wondered if that there was a change in teacher would the marks of the students improve. Surely all the marks would since the other class mates would not be lulled to sleep by the perpetual sounds of shuffling paper and the monotone voice that bagged for the students attention, that was emitted by Mr. Fiddler. Sadly his voice was always mixed with the humming of the school's ventilation system. That is why most of the people at the door startled by the sudden bang of its slamming open. The rest of the students were too intrigued by Feliks, who fell out of his desk being woken by the surprise.
A boy was the cause of the door falling and, in directly Feliks now broken pencil, his silver-white hair glistened from the blue artificial lights that hung from the ceilings. That was all you could see from him; other then his dark clothing that almost made his hair seem to be brighter as if it was freshly fallen snow upon a raven. He took a few long strides into the room before finally raising his head . The almost apologetic smirk on his face fell quickly as he noticed that he was in the wrong room, but not quickly enough to stop his careless sorry to his intended teacher. That started as soon as he stepped into the room.
" hey uh, sorry my car broke down Ms. Co-" with the pause in his of obnoxiously accented voice time froze. His eyes scanned the class revealing irises the colour of candy apples
"Uh" and with that final sound the door shut as quickly as it opened causing time to resume seemingly faster than it did before. Life was brought into the room as people chattered of the boy who entered. It was obvious who he was, since no one could match a description quite like his. Variations of his name roamed the class, mixed with laughter, confusion and if people were listening closely the cries of Mr. Fiddler trying to get his class back on track.
Feliks ran out of the room holding part of his pencil yelling " Gilbert Beilschmidt!come back here and get me a new fucking pencil!" You could hear the emojis that he would have been using if he was texting.
That was the most eventfully lacklustre thing to have happened in my schooling thus far, and easily the most entertaining thing to happen that day.