@burnhisname
you happen to like this particular classroom. perhaps not as much as other ones (after all, many of them are the same or similar), but it’s always provided you with some entertainment.
you stand, as always, in the room cluttered with desks, a ring of students standing around you. they just stand there, just like you do, an eerie calmness in the room. they are insignificant. clearly it is you who stands out in the room, but they are the ones that provide said entertainment. when you take out your hammer, they flee to the side of the room, huddling against the wall as they try to keep as far away as possible. like you’ll hurt them. like you’ll kill them with that tool.
you smile. that’s always a possibility.
yet, someone steps through the door and you turn your head, still smiling but now squinting at the new intruder. a fiery woman, you think, what with her hair and...flair of personality.
“Look what you did,” you blame her for the scared kids instead, “You scared them from barging in like that.”
