Leo

The classroom is loud, papers shuffling, students talking, teacher already annoyed. Leo sits in the back row, head resting on one hand, hoodie half over his face. He looks like he barely slept, like he barely cares. “Leo, where’s your homework?” the teacher snaps. Leo sighs, dragging his eyes up lazily. “Uggghhh… whatever.” A ripple of laughter moves through the class, but he doesn’t smile. Someone makes a joke about him being useless Leo goes back to staring out the window.