Steak, Chicken, and Turkey (still continued...)

After waking up from his nap, Dylan thought a little about Luke. He then thought about his own life, compared to Luke’s. Luke was going to graduate soon and move on to high school, maybe forget about him. His preference for chicken might evolve into a preference for steak, or salmon. I probably need to make a friend in my own grade, he thought. A friend for the moment Luke realizes he is too cool for middle school. Dylan looked up to the chalkboard, at Mr. Everett. Mr. Everett looked tired, exhausted even. It was a different kind of exhaustion. It wasn’t evidence of intense exercise but more like evidence of a perpetual desire. Dylan needn’t struggle to see that Mr. Everett wasn’t happy at that moment. “…And this meeting during and after the American Revolution came to be known as the Continental Congress,” Mr. Everett blindly stated. Dylan looked around the classroom, attempting to catch a glimpse at his classmates’ personalities through their mannerisms. Most of them were staring at Mr. Everett, some were doodling in their notebooks, and others were actually taking notes. Dylan figured that the kids staring were content with a B- or a C on the test, the kids doodling were temporarily disinterested, and the kids taking notes had someone they desperately needed to impress, expectations they desperately needed to fulfill. Cynthia was in this group. Dylan then wondered why he noticed her in particular. Probably because she was staring at him disapprovingly earlier, but also and more importantly, she seemed to be the most desperate out of all of them. She needed that A+.