School sucked. Except it didnât -- it only kinda sucked, especially when Doug didnât like whatever they were doing in class, because it was boring. But then again, Everything was boring to Doug. Boring, boring, boring, talk, talk, talk. More schoolwork than the eye could see. Here, Doug thought that being a Sixth Year would be more exciting than the Fifth Year, and yet it was only proving to be more of the same.
Doug let out a whine under his breath. He slumped low in his seat, head lolling across the top of the back rest, and sighed the biggest sigh his lungs could carry. His legs kicked an erratic rhythm under the table as Doug fixed his gaze on the person behind him, screwing and unscrewing his nose as he did so.
âHi there,â Doug whispered. He had to be quiet, super-super sneaky so he didnât get caught. âMy name is Doug and I am bored. What are you doing? Can I do it too?â