School is Dull
Am-Chau Yarkona
harmless
Lex isn't mine.
Answer to the wednesday100 drabble challenge: 100 words about school.
The rain whipped across the playing fields, needle-sharp points of cold water that were as dull and grey at the sky above and the lank hair on old Mrs. Johnson's head. Supposedly, they were learning chemistry; but Lex already knew what she was telling them (it's only H2O), so he was staring out the window and trying not to go to sleep.
Mrs. Johnson watched with distrust the strange, bald boy whose father was so rich. He was clever, the other teachers said, but he thought he could get away without working.
"Alexander! Would you care to tell the class…"