Never in a million years would I have thought that such an incident would happen to me. I was not a trouble maker or a person who was confrontational. This day would be a day I will remember for the rest of my life.
             It was last year during second semester. This particular day was going great until I got to fourth hour. I entered into the classroom the same way I did everyday. I walked up the clear aisle that led from the classroom door, made a left, and then strolled down the aisle until I came upon the last row of desks. I sat in the third desk in that row. I heard the bell ring which indicated that class had began. "Today you will be reading out of your text books," Mrs. Leslie stated. Mrs. Leslie was in her mid-forties. She had grayish brown hair that was layered. She had dark circles under her eyes that made her look older than she was. Mrs. Leslie was not the nicest person in the world. She could be very rude and cold at times.
             "What page are we on," I asked my neighbor. "Kim you need to stop talking and pay attention," Mrs. Leslie exclaimed. I did not respond. I continued flipping through the pages of the thick yellow textbook until I came across the assigned page. I glanced down at the page which contained thousands of words typed in small fine print. I began to read until I heard the soft whispers calling my name. "Psst, Kim," the boy in front of me whispered. I looked up at him examining his pale face. He had dark make-up on. His eyes were dark as a midnight sky. There were dark linings under his eyes that made them stand out. His eyebrows were perfectly shaped resembling the arc of a rainbow. I replied "yes". He proceeded to ask me a question when he was interrupted by Mrs. Leslie. "Kim stop talking, your being rude," she said. "Mrs. Leslie he was just asking me a question, I wasn't even talking." I blurted out in return. "I'm writing y...