In the car Andrew kept his eyes on the zooming trees and buildings a good distance away from their school. He made a point of strapping himself under the seatbelt in order for Mr. Conroy to stop nagging about it. Now there was silence other than the rushing flooding their ears. Andrew couldn't tell if it was the pressure from the belt across his chest or his heart that caused discomfort in his ribcage. He just felt, so tired.
He heard a sigh and spun his head to focus on Mr. Conroy's sullen face. A corner of the teacher's lips twitched. "What's got you so hell bent on going home?" His black eyes spared Andrew a glance as the youth returned to gazing out the window. "Is there something waiting for you at home?"
Andrew shook his head. "I'm just sick is all. And I need my bed and some sleep
