Post by moto on Jul 31, 2006 18:33:09 GMT -8
//:occ: Artemis shall post first!!! then the rest shall proceed as they wish!!:\\
Study Period, the one part of the school day where you can do just about anything and not get in trouble, mostly because; one, its the longest period of the day. Two, it's right before lunch and therefore students and weak minded teachers could care less about what happens, and three, the Study period had the weakest pushover of a teacher ever, A thirty one year old who goes by the name of Mr. Tuper.
Mr. Tuper was what you would call a stickman. He was probally a good long distance runner back in the day, but that was about it. He just lacked the willpower to command anything, even a can opener. So naturally he is pushed around by the students who take advantage of his unwillpowerness to do things like skip periods and the like.
During this Study period Vincent sat near one of the window seats towards the front of class. The classroom was pretty big and some students were anything but quiet. The group that was the loudest was the whole back part of the class, a group of guys that took up four rows of seats. The group was centered around a rather tall pale skinned male with a purple mohalk, leather jacket, large biker boots and a matching pair of leather pants. His eyes were all white, the work of contacts no doubt. But if a person, say Mr. Tuper didn't know about such things, the person in question would usually stay as far away from the mohalk dude as possible. Students were walking in and out of class with hall passes that were signed by the teacher but held no information to where they were going, letting the students wander where ever they please.
The group was starting to get louder every minute now and Vincent was beggining to get distracted. Having A.D.D. is hard enough as it is but these guys are pushing their luck and health. Then it suddenly started to rain balls of paper. The only place the balls were landing were on and around Vincents desk.
"What the hell is there problem!" Vincent said under his breath as he tried to zone out of his paper ball filled reality. He almost completely zoned out when he felt a hard tap on his right shoulder. Slowly turning around Vincent came to view the belt buckle of Mohalk guy. Backing up his head a bit, he looked up into the face of the Mohalk guy. His expression was one of pure evil, a smile just a little too wide to be considered friendly.
Study Period, the one part of the school day where you can do just about anything and not get in trouble, mostly because; one, its the longest period of the day. Two, it's right before lunch and therefore students and weak minded teachers could care less about what happens, and three, the Study period had the weakest pushover of a teacher ever, A thirty one year old who goes by the name of Mr. Tuper.
Mr. Tuper was what you would call a stickman. He was probally a good long distance runner back in the day, but that was about it. He just lacked the willpower to command anything, even a can opener. So naturally he is pushed around by the students who take advantage of his unwillpowerness to do things like skip periods and the like.
During this Study period Vincent sat near one of the window seats towards the front of class. The classroom was pretty big and some students were anything but quiet. The group that was the loudest was the whole back part of the class, a group of guys that took up four rows of seats. The group was centered around a rather tall pale skinned male with a purple mohalk, leather jacket, large biker boots and a matching pair of leather pants. His eyes were all white, the work of contacts no doubt. But if a person, say Mr. Tuper didn't know about such things, the person in question would usually stay as far away from the mohalk dude as possible. Students were walking in and out of class with hall passes that were signed by the teacher but held no information to where they were going, letting the students wander where ever they please.
The group was starting to get louder every minute now and Vincent was beggining to get distracted. Having A.D.D. is hard enough as it is but these guys are pushing their luck and health. Then it suddenly started to rain balls of paper. The only place the balls were landing were on and around Vincents desk.
"What the hell is there problem!" Vincent said under his breath as he tried to zone out of his paper ball filled reality. He almost completely zoned out when he felt a hard tap on his right shoulder. Slowly turning around Vincent came to view the belt buckle of Mohalk guy. Backing up his head a bit, he looked up into the face of the Mohalk guy. His expression was one of pure evil, a smile just a little too wide to be considered friendly.
