An Incident Hidden In A Crowd

The classroom was North facing. The winds calmed my mind, but still, somehow my luck went south. A classmate was asking for a pencil. I couldn't get off my seat, so I threw it. The teacher was standing outside the classroom, talking to another teacher. The pencil soared through the air hitting my teacher's head. She turned and asked who was it. I was sweating in the middle of the class. Everyone yelled my name, including the one that required my pencil.

I wished the pencil went through his skull. I was called to the principal's office. While going I could not help but notice that my friend who required the pencil was picking it up. I had never gone there, I had to wait. My feet were probably made out of clouds, they were cold and sweaty. Finally, I was called, I got interrogated and I had no choice to accept what I had done. Just I thought the principal was going to call my mother, I was released.

It was my biggest fear. As I went back to the classroom I thought to myself that I had been saved. . . . by my luck. The incident was better left in the crowds of the school rather than those vibration down my mother's ear, only to create an earthquake causing volcanic eruptions. Things didn't go fully South as I thought it would, maybe the winds had something to do with my fate.