home.

he looks up from the table and looks at me deadly straight in the eyes and asks stammering his way through the short sentence,

MMmmiiissss Jess...go..go.. home?he knows very well that it's still early and he knows very well it's not time to leave the classroom but still everyday without fail he looks up from the table just before we start our lessons and asks the same old question; and everyday, he's disappointed by my answer.

everyone just wants to go home.

don't they?