Patton's perspective

I tried to pay attention in class, but my mind kept whooshing me back to that boy. Logan. His black button-up shirt with a blue tie that had a bit of design. His crisp black hair that was held in place with what I can only guess is hair gel. A lot of it. His leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder, smiling a little as I looked at his outstretched hand. I feel like I've seen him before I thought. But, something that the teacher said halted my train of thought to a sudden stop. "...volunteers will go to the middle school every other day during this period. You will be an assistant teacher in assigned rooms. You will be given extra credit. Any questions?" Mr.Sanchez asked in his monotonous voice. I shot my hand up quickly so I could ask my question before I forgot.

"Yes, Patton?" Mr. Sanchez said with a sigh.

"What middle school is it?" I asked.

"Huntington middle school." Mr. Sadchez said, which is what some of us like to call him because he always seems sad.

"YES!" I exclaimed, forgetting that I was in a classroom. I was excited because my younger brother went to that school and, this way, I could talk to him more. Instead of only being able to see him after school, I can comfort him at school, too!

"Mr. Sanders, could you please refrain from yelling?" pleaded the teacher.

"Oh, yes. Sorry." I, sheepishly, apologized.

"Based on your reaction, can I infer that you would like to volunteer?" asked Mr. Sadchez

"YES!" I shouted. Mr. Sadchez stared at me, as though he was reminding me of my promise I had made moments before. I heard a couple of people start giggling, saying something like "Is his favorite word yes, or what?"

"I mean...Yes please." I said a little quieter.

"Very well, you will be leaving tomorrow at around 12:00 and you will come back around 2:00." The necktie-wearing teacher said. The teacher then moved on to talk more about the volunteer work, and what we will be doing, and who else wanted to do it, and blah blah blah. I kinda zoned out because I focused on something a little more important to me. I couldn't wait to tell my brother. Oh, Virgil will be so excited!