David was writing what was on the board when all of a sudden, a couple of books were placed on his desk. He turned his head to see that the girl next to him had put them there. He was confused for a moment until he read the sticky note. Then he turned his head to look at her again, seeing her on her phone. He scratched behind his ear for a moment before taking the books. He scanned through the books just a little bit, reading the back panel to see what they were about. Then he took the books and stuck them into his bag, making sure that they would fit.<br/><br/>Hopefully, things would start out nice for him. As he sat there, writing whatever Mr. Goldberg was writing on the board. He was writing the stuff rather quickly into his notebook, finding a way to catch up. He was a smart guy, so he knew what he was doing. At a young age, he developed ideas and ways for him to do good in school. Things like taking extra notes, or trying to read body language and lips. As he sat there, writing throughout the entire hour, he lifted his head when he saw students starting to get up and leave the class. Class must have ended.<br/><br/>David put everything back into his bag, finding that the books were taking up the room for the notebook. So he took the books out, put the notebook in and slung the strap over his shoulders. He picked up the books and stood up, then glanced at Erin. He tapped on Erin's shoulder, pointing to the door to tell her that class was over, then headed off out the door, waving goodbye to the teacher and heading out. Today was starting out good, maybe he wouldn't have any problems this year.