Bill had his little hands folded neatly on the desk top, moving them only to smooth out his uniform shirt and adjust his tie. He wore a big grin on his face as he waited patiently for there new "teacher" to arrive. Birds chirped happily outside as the sun pooled into the room, seeming like a perfect class room setting. The tense, forced grins on the other students faces did nothing to dampen Bills mood, and even the squirming of the student he was currently using as a foot rest couldn't wipe the smile off his face! It was annoying though. Bill kept glancing up at the clock, and then to the door, and then back forward as he waited with anticipation. He casually dug the heels of his shoes into the students back, shifting a bit to make sure he was as comfortable as could be and when he heard the footsteps approaching down the hall his grin widened, if that was even possible. "Sounds like our new teacher is coming. I can't wait to meet him!" He said. The kid under him smiled and looked up, lifting his head from its bowed position. "Oh boy the new teacher! I bet he'll be great and-" Bill silenced him by stuffing a sock in the boys mouth, making sure to jam it in there fairly good and he bonked the boy on the head with his fist. "Stuff it Timmy! What did I tell you about talking while you're serving me? You are a foot rest. As far as I'm concerned foot rests don't speak." He said, huffing and sitting back up straight, it being a mystery as to where the sock he'd shoved in the poor child's mouth came from. His smile returned and he said in a sing-songy voice. "Foot rests who disobey also don't get to go home to there mommy's and daddy's~ So if I were a foot rest I sure wouldn't be breaking character." He said, his smile growing to painful proportions as he dug his heels into the boys back again. A student beside him cackled a bit at the display, and he wondered what the hideous child was laughing at because tomorrow was his turn to be the foot rest.