The 826NYC Review, Issue No. 12

his head was bald, with grey hair around it. He had a small grey beard on his face, and small rectangular glasses.

“Good morning, class. I am your eighth-grade teacher.

My name is Mr. Williams,” the man introduced himself. “This year will go smoothly as long as you pay attention and do your homework. Now, let’s get to attendance, shall we?”

After a bunch of names were called out, they finally got to his name.

“Darren Andrews,” Mr. Williams said.

“Present,” Darren said, raising his hand.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Cole smiling like a kid seeing a puppy down the street.

“Looks like I know your name now,” Cole whispered, making Darren roll his eyes and start to doodle in his notebook.

The class went by smoothly, Darren was not really paying attention, since he already knew everything the teacher was saying. For him, it was like sitting in a kindergarten class.

However, what did catch his attention was when he started to hear a small rattling sound. Darren looked around the classroom to see if anyone else noticed, but they didn’t.

Darren then turned his attention toward his backpack, which looked like it was moving.

What the heck is going on? Darren thought to himself.

Whatever was going on with his bag, he decided to check it out during lunch. When the lunch bell rang, Darren was one of the first kids out of the classroom, his arms wrapped around his school bag. When he got to the cafeteria, he bolted toward the very back of the room to a small table 201