I saw the tiny bright pink pill slide from the pocket of his khaki pants and onto his seat, then drop to the floor next to his desk. He was already high. I watched him take a quiz on a book he told the class was so stupid, he never read it. Little beads of sweat popped up on his freckled nose. His knee bounced and he dug his pencil into the paper. He didn’t know that tiny bright pink pill had fallen. Suddenly, the bell rang. I didn’t know what he would do. I didn’t know what to do.
Kelsey Francis is a writer and English teacher living in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York. Find Kelsey on Twitter and Instagram @ADK_Kelsey.