I walked into the classroom; it was full of energy. A light breeze blown into the classroom making the curtains fly. As a ray of sunlight shone directly into my eyes. Students gathered into their own groups; excitement filled the air. I don’t look at their faces; I only stare their lips.
I introduced myself to the class, but with my hands and not my mouth. I looked up to see the students' faces; faces that I’ll remember every single detail of. One was playing with a Chinese finger trap; one was admiring their beauty in their window. But the rest, they stared directly at me. It was like they were seeing something odd, something unique.
Eyes pierced through me as I went to my seat. As soon as I felt the vibrations of the bell, They spontaneously swarmed around me, like a moth to fire. Notes were given to me; but some tried to communicate. Are they talking to me? Their mouths were moving but nothing was coming out.
We're all going to die anyways. Do what you want to do.