The Wolf Hound

The girl sat at her desk with her ankles crossed and her foot twitching like a rattlesnake’s tail warning others of its presence. Her head lay on her arm that was on her desk, her hand hanging limply off the edge while holding a pencil.

She was the first person in the class, waiting for the tardy bell to ring and the class to begin. Footsteps and people plopping down into their chairs could be heard as she laid there, people happily chattering to their friends.

Someone said hi and sat next to her, she only groaned to show she’d heard. She’d stayed up late last night playing a game on her computer, and was attempting to nap a bit before the teacher arrived. That plan was failing epically though; she never could sleep during the day.

The teacher arrived and the lesson began, the same as every day. The girl lifted her head and paid attention dutily, her foot tapping the entire time.