Sparrow Truman: March 30th, 20XX
The classroom was uncharacteristically empty and quiet. There was about half an hour till class started so it wasn’t too surprising, but as a proud member of the just-made-it-to-class club, it was an unfamiliar sight.
As a usual not-latecomer, my seat was usually at the back of the class. There I could ignore the teacher’s annoyed glares and work on my projects when the class content was too boring.
The only reason I was early was that Will had needed the car today and mine was still at the shop. He’d dropped me off on the way to work.
Since today was a day of rarities, I took a seat closer to the front than usual and looked forward to the surprised look on my teacher’s face.
After chuckling to myself for a few seconds. I brought out my sketchpad and f
