Back to School

guilty manner as I looked around the bus. A

hat the seat had become like cement, just like the cyclist earlier. It wasn't saying mu

thoughtfully before placing a foot on his head, striking a goofy pose atop him with my other foot on the seat. I

lightly more cushioned again when time started. I couldn't help but happily smirk as all the noise around m

fter we stopped. I grabbed my backpack, hopped over my seating partner, and then walked to the front of the b

w everyone would be too preoccupied or half-asleep to even notice. I then slung my back

ly bound by my imagination. I looked around in awe of the quiet and stillness all around me. It

fore resuming time. Suddenly, I was within the hustle and bustle of th

om the insanity of high school was a saving grace for me. That damned bus was always late getting to school and so, I decided to take the incentive to u

tray in the trash before heading outside. I had some extra time to kill, so I went to go chat with my usual group of friends for a bit. They were surprised to see me swing by

riod class. The sounds of shuffling feet and conversations were unrepentant. I was always so bothered by how crowded the halls were and, being shorter than some, it was tough for

for double the regular amount of class time. After making it out of the confining hallwa

s a bit tired as well. I'd stayed up late on the computer, which was the norm for me. So, with the help of my useful new powers, I took myself a litt

interest. I carried myself through my work, but not without thinking often upon my newfound ability. I deci

sk before touching the crowd of pens in their little holder. I pulled my hand back in surprise when they suddenly became mobile again. It was then that I realized it

at, resumed time, and kept an eye on him until he went back to his desk. He sat down and blindl

ss: Biology. I say it was my favorite not because of the class itself–which was un

went for my next classroom. I took my seat which was near the back of the room while the others in my class began to file

de a gloriously late-as-usual entrance just before the bell rang. Her name was Jennifer. And though each one of