Even The Blind Can See The Stars (One Shot Story)

—————I Hate The Stars———— It remade their voice into something whimsical, something stupid. I didn't need to see to know that half of today's class were standing to 'listen' to the teacher better. Such an attitude was to be expected of me at this point. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the twelve poor Fellows Crammed into this eight-by-eight-meter lecture room-not with such a tyrannical ruthless adult bearing down on as all. "You're scowling," crooned a male voice, smooth as the sheet of ice on a pond in winter. I hate that Too. "Just three more minutes and you can throw our desk" I c**k my head to the side "I won't get far" I heard his laugh "No, you won't." Fine. Fine, I would play his game. "Regulus," a weathered, feminine voice snapped. "What is the answer?" "Hydrogen and helium, madam" he raised his voice. Smug, evil jerk. "In death, the hydrogen and helium in the human body devour the other gases, such as nitrogen, which forms the stardust among the ashes of the corpse." The silence that suddenly fell over the room told me enough about the looks on their faces. The teacher grunted, "very well." She couldn't that glare at me if she tried, and I've never been happier than I was born blind.