Short Story Sunday-#6

Biology Class with the Foreign Exchange Student

   So, I was just sitting in my third hour biology class waiting for Mr.Porter to get on with the class. He was taking his time and getting off track. In the beginning of class, he had told us that we were going to do a fun activity. But there I was, halfway through the class and we still hadn't done the "activity". The thing that made this class even worse than torture was just Mr.Porter himself. He always spoke in a very monotone manner, never changing the pitch of his voice. He always used really long sentences and described things a little too much. Even when he talked about interesting stuff, most kids still dozed off. If he caught someone sleeping peacefully in an amazing world of light and color and DIFFERENT PITCHES OF THE HUMAN VOICE, you might as well chop your head off right before anything bad happened. It's too scary to talk about.

   Anyway, you get the point. He's a boring teacher with a bad temper. That'a not what I wanted to tell you. When we did get around to the "activity" everyone was super excited...until he told us what it was. 

    "Today, class, we are going to take blood samples. You are given a needle which you will use to prick your partner's finger and squeeze the blood onto a slide to put under the microscope." I watched a red leaf fall from a tree out the window. So...bored.

   When he let us go after a whole ton more of instructions, we all turned to our partners. Mine just happened to be a foreign exchange student from Chile named Sebastian. The second I turned to him, I realized something was wrong. His green eyes were bulging out of his head and his usually perfect brown hair that sticks up was messy. Everyone in the school knew that he runs his hands excessively through his hair when he's nervous. 

   "Sebastian. Everything okay?" I touched his hand and he pulled it away.

   "No needle. No poking." He scooted away in his chair and bumped into the wall. "Stay away. Now" Someone needs to help this guy with his English. "Teacher crazy. You crazy." Sebastian stood and ran across the room to the door. All the kids were watching now. He tripped on someone's binder, stumbled a little and fell to the tile floor. Before anyone could act, he quickly stood back up and raced out of the room.

   Mr.Porter told the rest of the class to stay put and he walked calmly out the door. We heard yelling and screaming and the voices of worried teachers who were trying to tech their own class. All the time, Mr.Porter's voice stayed at the same pitch, just with a new volume. Then there was silence. We waited for any sound.

   Not long after, Mr.Porter came back in the classroom, holding Sebastian by the ear. Sebastian sat down in his seat and was told to prick my finger and I put it onto the slide. He never got his done, so he just looked at my blood sample. The rest of the class was pretty normal (AKA: Boring) and that was one of the only exciting times in that class for the whole school year. There were a couple other incidents with Sebastian, but I don't have time to tell you. That also means that I'm too lazy to tell you.