[ WP ] The story of that kid who sits in the corner of the class and does not talk to anyone .

Zachary sat in the corner of the classroom. He did not talk to anyone. 
 
 The teacher, Mr. Franklin, sat at his desk, at the front of the class. He looked around at the students. His hands were flat on his desk, and in the silence, the only sound was the clock ticking minutes away the last few minutes before 3:00 P.M. 
 
 Sitting five feet from Zachary, Melody Hopkins, a cheerleader, kept averting her gaze, She did n't want to look at Zachary. She looked at the clock instead. She wished she was already at home. She looked up at Mr. Franklin, desperate to go home. Mr. Franklin was n't looking at her. He was looking at the other students. 
 
 Jeffrey Tompkins looked out the window. The late spring sun beat down on the sidewalk, and he could feel the warmth beam through the window. It was nearly summer break, graduation for some. He could see vehicles lining up. He too wanted to go home, but knew he was stuck in class. He divided his attention between the other students and the outside, making sure not to look at Zachary. 
 
 Zachary continued to sit in the corner. He did not speak to anyone. He did not look at anyone. 
 
 In the row ahead of Zachary, Chris Phillips sat at his desk. His backpack was on the desk, and Chris fidgeted quietly with the zipper. There were patches all over the black backpack of his favorite bands. He traced one finger along a patch, while zipping with another. He focused on his backpack, in what could be the last few minutes of highschool for him. 
 
 Jason Helmsley sat closest to the door. He was ready to bolt the first moment he could. He slowly looked around the room. He made the mistake of looking at Zachary. 
 
 Zachary sat in the corner. He did not look back. 
 
 Jason stood up quickly, and ran for the door. 
 
 His fellow students, David Fletcher and Mike Riley, each fired a shot at him, hitting Jason twice in the arm. 
 
 `` SIT BACK DOWN!'' David said. `` OR YOU'LL WIND UP LIKE ZACHARY!'' 
 
 `` YEAH!'' shouted Mike. `` NEXT ONE GOES IN YOUR SKULL! LIKE ZACHARY!'' 
 
 Zachary sat in the corner. He had been their first victim.
