High School English Class

I had no ideas for a short story so I wrote about an incident that happened when I was in high school. (The names have been changed). Mrs. Willow, an English teacher, has devastating news for her class. 

Mrs. Willow was a red-haired hippie with a heart full of kindness. When the class read Shakespeare, she brought hats with feathers, fake daggers, and a plastic skull.

That year, and every year after, the office would run out of paper leaving teachers to scratch their head as to how they would administer an exam. Mrs. Willow used her own money to buy copy paper so her students could take tests.

As she had done every afternoon, Mrs. Willow sat at her desk waiting for students to stroll into class. Forty students filled the empty seats. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of pouches zipping open, book bags thudding against the carpet, and teenagers chatting.

As the sun peaked through the tinted windows, all seemed cheerful, but today there was nothing light about Mrs. Willow’s news. A few students noticed their teacher’s dimmed persona. I was one of them.

Usually, I entered her classroom the same way I scurried to my classes, like a shy mouse darting quickly to remain unnoticed. On some occasions, our eyes would meet and she’d smile. Her big blue eyes left a warm impression which made it hard not to smile back.

I saw none of that happiness today.

With her eyes red and puffy, she stood before the classroom and took a breath.

“I have to tell you something,” her voice shaky, “after hanging out with some friends at the mall, Luis walked home,” she said as her eyes filled with tears, “someone saw him at the mall and thought he was a gang member,” she covered her mouth for a moment before continuing, “someone followed Luis and shot him outside his home,” her face and neck went red from the stress, “he died yesterday.”

There was a cry from the front seat. When I glanced over, I saw a boy burying his face into his arms and beside him was an empty seat.

“I’m sorry,” she said to Luis’ friend, “he wasn’t in a gang, it was all a mistake,” like a mother setting the record straight she continued, “he never got into trouble at school. He was so sweet-” but, the moment proved too much for her. She rushed out of the classroom.

As the door slammed shut, an emptiness expanded across the room. Everyone’s eyes lowered as each person held back a tear or lump in their throat. Gone was English class and in its place was silence.

6 thoughts on “High School English Class

  1. Poignant, tragic. Yet, your account of Luis’ senseless murder was beautifully written, told with such art and insight into good writing.

    I thought the words, “an emptiness expanded across the room.”, were especially well chosen.

    Thank you for sharing that, Aidin!

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