Literature
Big Brother | School Days (Ch4)
“Adonis Megalos.”
My hand shoots into the air as I bark out a single word. “Here!” The teacher, a gaunt, raven-haired man, continued to go through the list of students one by one in a monotonous drawl. Mr. Samuel Morose is his name. The old coot’s my history teacher. I swear he’s got a Purity dispenser lodged in his brain, he’s so boring. At least the class is interesting. I like learning about the other districts. It’s difficult pretending to be as dull and brainwashed as all the other students are, though.
I tug awkwardly on the collar of my tie dye tee shirt and look around the class.