Third period was Math.

I was nonchalantly drawing squiggles on the back of my notebook. All of Mr. Nicolas's lecture was all just a repetition of what I just reviewed last week. I liked getting ahead of others, I would highlight all of my textbooks and made notes in advance, reviewing for a quiz that's gonna be taken in a week. Although sometimes, I don't get the lesson. Math is math.

Social Anxiety.

That's my problem. Although it's not that bad as others, I can still talk to someone and you know, maybe exchange smiles.

I hate small talk. It forces you to talk to someone you're not even close to about topics you won't remember in a few days. I prefer silence. I'm just an awkward little thing that can't help to do an awkward laugh every time someone converses with me.

Don't get me wrong, I do have friends. Two of them to be exact. I praise them for being by my side for 5 years considering how boring and awkward I am.

My thoughts were interrupted when Mr.  Nicolas began walking around the classroom and stopped at my desk.

I quickly flipped my notebook to the front where all my notes were,  completed, and organized. I looked at him and smiled awkwardly,  hoping to not get scolded. Instead,  he looked at my seatmate (who is still talking to someone I might add) with a serious face. Then, he looked around the room and stopped. I followed his eyes and saw a boy.

He spoke, each word dragging a feeling of intensity. "You there Mr. Harvey, exchange seats with this girl here. "