A Quick Phone Call
A paper ball whizzed through the air, landing on Aydar’s desk. Aydar looked up from his stupor to see Billy O’Riley sitting across the room, eyes glazed over. Aydar tossed the paper ball into the trashcan and resumed staring out the window of the near empty classroom as Billy began to crumple up another sheet of schoolwork. This exchange had been going on for the past hour. The whole school was absent due to the sudden outbreak of boils in town, yet somehow Aydar and Billy had managed to avoid the unusual outbreak. Aydar was beginning to wonder if maybe having boils was preferable to this hell. Nobody to teach, nothing to do. He looked back at Billy right as another paper ball came whizzing through the air, smacking him in the forehead. “30 minutes left,” Billy sighed, slumping down further in his chair. “Any exciting last minute lesson plans prof?” Aydar was about to respond with the same response he’d been feeding his few unlucky students all day -there was no lesson plan, psycholo...