H.C=Hell class

It is not just History.It is a torture.Being there -awkwardly,with no one to talk to, since the ones I am the closest to are reading. I sit there -pretending I am texting someone- to not seem boring.Like if you were going to check what I am doing,like if you cared.Like if you would bother to find out what I am up to.I look out the window,I pretend I am tired, put my head down, like if you were staring.Scared to death -again- that we will have free time,because what I do is sit there-awkwardly- no matter I am boring,I prefer to work!Everyone loves it but me.