I sit in a sweltering room inside a dull brick school. I'm seated tortuously close to a window beckoning me. The teacher is speaking on a subject I comprehended long before this. Outside I spot two white birds gulls most likely. I am hit with the oddity of this sight as I never associated gulls with Minnesota.I begin to wonder "how did such a bird end up here?" Maybe it got cut off from the pack, but wait gulls don't go in packs. Or maybe it's some sort of anomaly or some shape shifting creature. Just as the possibilities flood into my mind, I am brought back to reality by the voice of the teacher. He says in a monotone "Just because it's last period on a Friday doesn't allow your mind to wander. Now flip to page...". I sit upright for several minutes before the inherent dullness of the subject loses my concentration. I look to my friends. They feel the same. My eyes wander yet again to the window.

We all have days like this but it gets worse as spring then summer comes around. Anyway hope you enjoyed this week's short story.