I am so fed up.
It's the last period of the day, and I just want to go home.
Just a few more minutes...
Can't he please wait just a few more minutes to keep talking?
Because, to be honest, I'm really tired of hearing him speak.
"Sis!" he calls in a not-so-very-discreet whisper across the room, earning him glares from other people around him.
The girl he called to turns around in her seat and faces him, though she is clearly not his sister. There is a perplexed smile on her face as she tries to decode his frantic hand gestures. She rolls her eyes as if this was a normal occurrence to her (which it probably was) and continues with what she was doing a few minutes ago.
The boy doesn't give up, though.
He continues to call "Sis! Sis!" loudly to the girl that obviously is not related to him at all.
By the time he reaches his sixth call, I turn to give him my signature annoyed glare.
"Do you mind?" I say indignantly, "Unlike you, some people actually want to attend school for the purpose for which it was created. Can't you wait until later to talk to her?"
He stares at me, pretending to be offended though it's clear that he doesn't care about what I said. There is a mischievous smile on his face.
"You don't know what it's like to have a sister," he declares, almost in a boasting way.
I pause, and for a moment, I am rendered speechless.
"You're right," I respond slowly, "I don't."
He just smiles.