Post by zachariah robyn sparks on Nov 19, 2013 6:11:22 GMT -8
The college freshman sat quietly at his desk in the back corner of the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he gazed up at the ceiling. He hated this class, not because it was difficult, but because it was too easy. He'd always been good at science and had been studying biology since he could read. He didn't understand why he had to take this class along with all of his other science classes, especially since he'd been at the top of his whole grade in high school during freshman biology but he wasn't about to argue it. At least this meant he got to dissect things again, which he hadn't done since that field trip junior year with the science club in his high school. It was a small club, barely averaging ten members every year, but they ended up at the Liberty Science Center and got to dissect a cow eyeball. They had been supposed to work with partners but of course, he had worked by himself. He always worked by himself.
Sighing, the nineteen year old glanced at the empty desks around him. There were two empty desks in front of him and there wasn't a single other person sitting in the back row with him. He didn't mind. He didn't really like being close to people. It weirded him out. Besides, being close made it easier for them to get him and that was one thing he would like to avoid at all costs. He didn't want them to get him. He just wanted to graduate and get a job somewhere. Maybe get a minor in marine biology and go work at Sea World or something. Then again... maybe not. Sea World wasn't a friendly place. Those poor animals were driven absolutely mad by being trapped in small pools all their life. They turned homicidal, perhaps even suicidal. I can relate to that. He stretched, sighing again and looking at the front of the room.
The professor was going on about a new project that would be doing. That didn't sound too difficult, until the older man mentioned needing a partner in order to get credit for it. The leather clad student cringed, gritting his teeth and curling his lip in distaste. I'd rather take a failing grade. Who would even want to be his partner? Everyone in this class avoided him like he was the plague. He heard them talking about him when they thought he wasn't listening. They called him a freak, a Satanist (which was true, but they way they said it hurt), and crazy (which was also true but... it wasn't something he liked to be called.). Grumbling to himself, Zach shook his head and opened up his notebook, picking up a black inked pen and absently doodling to make it look like he was doing something instead of just sitting here waiting for the class to end.
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