The clock ticked as half the class sat open-jawed. The whole room was enveloped in a hopeless silence, a silence unbreakable after the teacher yelled at Ashley that she was a “stupid, fat waste of space.”
My first reaction was panic, but then, all I wanted to do was slap that Mr. Jones. Ashley may be probably the stupidest kid in the class, but she was also by far the nicest. She gets picked on all the time, but the truth is that she’s just misunderstood and underappreciated.
Apparently, no teacher cares about how she went hungry for lunch one day after giving her own bagged lunch to a homeless person that she’s never even met before. No teacher cares about that type of thing. All they care about is the last test she flunked.
I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to get myself into shit. So, I stayed silent.
And the class gaped and sat silent.
The clock ticked and tocked, until it hit the 3:45 mark. Slowly and solemnly, we all filed out of the classroom, some of us too angry to laugh or talk, others too scared of Mr. Jones to do so.