Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah The boy scorned the aimless banter of the students around him. Theese people are really annoying. Perhaps I should.... teach them a lesson? The teacher isn't here yet.... The boy rose from his seat, his smile that of an insane serial killer. He was half way up off his chair when he heard a thud from behind him. Before even looking down he sighed "Clutz" he whispered under his breath, the first word he'd said since entering the school that day. His voice was coarse and menacing, even from a whisper. He rose a foot above the kid beneath him, intent on smashing his face through the floor, and maybe startling the class beneath their's with a body flying through there roof, but abstained upon hearing the kid mutter through a mouthful of floor what someone's name was. He was unsure if the question was directed to him, but even if it was he wouldn't answer. Sneering, he sat back down, quickly kicking the kid in the ribs before doing so. He liked his space, and didn't like people butting in on him. Instead of answering the question, he faced the other direction of the kid, a sneer still on his face, even though no one could see it, "Get off the floor and away from my desk before I kick you across the room."
His sneer faded What kind of a threat is that? If you live up to it you'll get in trouble too. His conscience was an annoying habit he had, and he quickly ended it, I don't care. I doubt the authority will oppose a little back to school murder His odd inward banter gave him a strange urge to laugh, but he decided better upon it. The last thing his conscience said was At least wait till gym.
