The young teacher turns apologetically to her class. The good students in the front row rifle through their books, trying to anticipate their teachers lesson. The rest of the class has its own agenda. Off to the side a girl flirts with the boys around her. The retro-hippy of the class draws in a notebook.
Every school has one.
The kid who sits in the back, and burries his nose in the pages of the latest Star Trek novel, trying to drown out the world. This is William, a sand brown haired youth, skinny whose only distinguishing mark is his Battle Star Galactica T-shirt. She scans around the room looking for an answer. None are forth coming. William places the book on the desk.