Noah was seated in the front of the class, his eyes glued to a thick book on the table. For the most part, he was almost finished with the book. I was curious as to what the book was but I’m definitely not going to ask him. I’ll have to wait until he puts it away. Or maybe when the teacher takes it away; our teacher isn’t a fan of reading during class unless we’re supposed to be. Despite the fact that this is an English class, reading is prohibited unless you’re granted permission.
The teacher came into the class and I was waiting until she’d yell at him to put his book away. I mean, she did it to me numerous times! Even though this is American Literature, it doesn’t mean we can read random books and ignore her teaching. Mrs. Walters continued to teach and I swear I saw her glance at Noa
