Math Class

She was extremely annoyed. It was one in the afternoon and she had to be stuck in an unintelligent math class with Amanda tapping her huge foot against the chair. Not that she was listening to what the math teacher was talking about, reviewing a quiz that she had skipped from the previous Friday.
Instead, she was drawing random pictures of which she entitled "emo boys". Some long lines here for hair, no need for eyes, and the difficult task of sketching hoodies onto them. Unfortunately the taps and kicks vibrated from the metal frame through her body into her unsteady hand that left remnants of ink looking mutated and deformed. She just wanted to swivel and burst, "Move your bigass foot again and I'll rip out your ovaries!" but no, she was too passive to even politely ask.
It was cold, New York in winter. Peering out the window the sun shone and the ground was the mixed colors of brown and green. Even the weather in this day and age are deceiving. She shivered under her three layers of cloth. Schools had passed a rule the previous month that hoods were forbidden to wear, the school board paranoid that it appeared "gang-like". She thought this idiotic since the school's heat was never turned up enough and with hoods up they would lose less body heat.
Amanda was still tapping her foot. She tried moving forwards a little, though blocked by yet another girl in front of her. The foot followed her like a lost puppy.
She glanced up to the clock, forgetting that all the time devices in the building had mysteriously frozen during the beginning of fourth period. She felt like she was going to die, or pass out. Sitting in the dead middle of a room filled with thirty other students, it might cause a commotion, so she vetoed that option. All she wanted to do was run out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her, up stairs and down two other vacant halls, grab her boyfriend, throw him against the empty row of lockers and make out with him right there. That was another unrealistic option.
All she could do was sit there. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. A sharp taste in her mouth made her realize the clenched jaw that prevented her from saying anything. Speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces. The line rang in her head for some odd reason. "I guess I'll just leave it in pieces," she thought.
Finally the announcements came on, the male voice interrupted by fits of crackling brought on through ancient speakers. The teacher could no longer even attempt to control the juveniles and the room's voices grew louder and louder. By the time the bell had rung, the students were already halfway down the hall.
"God, they look like animals," she quietly whispered to herself, hating to be classified as a freshman.