Finch walked into the school building, it was crowded with students, most of which were on their phones or in small crowds. Walking into the main office, he walked up to the receptionist, it was a young woman, early twenties, she had light brown hair that curled at the end. She looked up at Finch and smiled. "Hello" She greeted him.
"Hello, My name is Harold Dove, I am the substitute for Mrs. Angie Donner's math class"
"Ah Yes"
The woman smiled at him and placed a laminated name tag on the desk.
"Here is your name tag, sir, do you know how to get to Mrs. Donner's classroom?"
"Yes."
"Good, less work for me then" she smiled at him brightly and Finch could only chuckle with her, after their little laugh, he walked towards the classroom. As he made his way towards the room, he noticed that most of the kids in the hallways where looking at him, nothing new really, being crippled and having a limp does normally get attention.
He stopped when he noticed this one kid, Finch couldn't see the kid's face for the kid's back was turned. Finch couldn't tell if this kid was a boy or girl by the heavy jacket that he or she wore and the fact that the hood was up. The person turned around and looked a Finch, at least Finch thought he or she was. In one quick movement the hood was down. It was Ben Green.
"Sorry, I sometimes forget I have my hood up" Ben said shutting his locker and putting a bag over his shoulder.
"It's alright, no harm done" Finch said shrugging. Ben smiled a Finch and chuckled, "I wish all teacher's were like you, I've been written up five times in the last two weeks just for my hood alone."
Ben just sighed "well, I better get going, bell will ring any minute." The black haired boy said, he then walked away, disappearing in the crowd of students. Finch took a deep breath then limped his way passed the students, like before, the students were staring as he limped, nothing new, nothing new at all.
Finch finally got to the classroom. As soon as he opened the door, the bell ran over head. Limping inside, Finch grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote, Mr. Dove on the board. Soon students started to walk in, one being Ben Green.
Ben took a seat in the front of the class, which did make it easier to watch him.
After all the students came in to the room, he cleared his throat. "Hello, I'm Mr. Dove, your substitute teach for the next few days."
there was a cheer among the students, some high fived each other, but most just clapped their hands. Finch looking at the students, no different than the last time he pretended to be a teacher. They didn't care and where on their phones, all except for one, the number. Ben was...reading. Finch nonchalantly walked over to Ben, Taking a look at the book title, Finch frowned, just some book on supernatural beings and other things.
Of course, nothing real useful, then again, it wouldn't be like he would just openly read a book titled 'I'm a victim and I need help.'
Finch cleared his throat, then clapped his hands "Alright, let's get started!" he said, but nobody quieted down, so, they didn't hear him or they where just ignoring him. Finch walked up to the chalkboard once again and started to write down an equation that Mrs. Donner left for them. Once finished, he turned back to the students, none of them stopped or even bothered to look up from what they where doing, not even Ben.
"Excuse me. There is a problem on the board, your teacher wanted you to solve." Finch said looking at the students. They still talked to each other, ignoring Finch entirely. The elder man opened his mouth to say something but the loud bell cut him off, the students started to pile out. Ben was one of the last, Ben put his bag over his shoulder, as he walked passed Finch, He said, "Three...the answer is three."
"How did you?..." Finch asked but Ben left, seeming to disappear in the crowd of students. Finch sat down in his chair, not once did he see Ben look up from that book, how could he of knew the answer? Finch frowned and leaned back in his chair, This kid was going to be tricky, very tricky, he could feel it.