He had laughed, assuming a joke. She hadn't.
The students filed in at the bell. They were quiet. Not the sullen quiet of teenagers forced into algebra, but the precise, attentive quiet of a congregation. There were eleven of them, ranging from a girl with purple-streaked hair and a nose ring to a boy in a pristine chess club blazer. They took their seats in a specific order, and Elias noticed the desks were not bolted down, yet none of the students ever touched another's. classroom76x
"The lesson plan says to finish the review sheet," said the girl with the purple hair. "We should do that. Before she comes back." He had laughed, assuming a joke
The students were all looking at him now. Eleven pairs of eyes, utterly patient. They were quiet