I feel the ache in my forearm deepen as I turn around, lightly banging it on my chair. I hand the boy behind me the papers. He nods, his curly hair bouncing as he moves his head. I face forwards again, rubbing my arm a little, keeping it on my lap and under the desk. I take a deep breath and look at the clock. It hangs above the door, it's hands ticking. 2:42. 5 minutes left of heaven. I shut my eyes tightly when I think of home. The pain in my arm seems to strengthen, and my breathing quickens. Maybe I can go to Aria's house, I think, sighing. I pull up my small sketchbook, and hide it within the textbook and work sheets. I begin sketching, checking often up at the teacher and then doing a question or two. Then the bell rings, and I tense a little at the loud noise. I get up and grab my stuff, when I hear a small noise. I look up and see a boy with tufted brown hair and bright eyes.
"Hi!" He says, smiling, making a small hand gesture.
"Oh, hello," I mumble quietly, avoiding eye contact.
"The name's Tris," he says holding out his hand, "it's short for Tristan." I pick out a slight southern accent when he spoke, and his voice was confident but soft. I take his hand and shake it.
"My name's Thea." I say with a little more confidence.
"Pretty name." He says, and when I look up he's looking straight at me.
"Thank you..." I say. He waves a little, and walks away, in a quick pace. I smile a little, I like when people come to talk to me, I'm so afraid of making friends, I'm too scared of trusting them then losing them. I sigh and walk out of the classroom.