"Come here."
I sighed and slowly got out of my desk. I audaciously walked down the aisle towards the teacher. His face was set in an austere expression. I could see the dislike in his hazel eyes; assaying me every step of the way. I imagined a baleful glow omitting from them.
I stopped about two feet in front of him. "Yes sir?" I asked, maybe a bit too loud. I wanted to assail him; let him know what I felt. But I contented myself by not breaking eye contact. This seemed only to antagonize him more.
"This class is not arbitrary, you can't just decide to do or not to do something." he asserted.
I felt attrited by both his gaze and his voice. I held my plot of arable ground for now.
He paused, possibly expecting a bandy of quick flying words with me. When none came he took a step forward, and seemed to augment before me.
"Just go sit down." he said weakly. Our eyes held gaze for a moment more before I turned to find my seat.
Safely seated. I retreated into the archives of my mind. I could picture him, a noble autocrat dressed in an array of finery, leading my class down a side walk. To his dismay, I took a step into the street. He ran to fix the one thing askew in his small world of power. He tried to complete the arduous task of getting me out of the street. He gave up when I was on the grass between the sidewalk and the road. He was seemingly content that I was out of the danger of the street, yet not as happy as he would be if I were on the sidewalk.
Math problems aroused me from my thoughts. Other students were giving him auspicious answers to his problems on the board. No one appraised me, it was as if I wasn't even there. They all ignored me as they apprised algebra. I put my head in my arms, feeling hot tears form at the corners of my eyes. Finally the bell rang, releasing us from his rule. I had lived through today but now I had to get through tomorrow.