Nuisance

The Beginning

Sitting at my desk, I tapped my pencil's eraser against it, listening to the rhythmic thumps. Resting my head on my hand, I thought, When was class going to be over? When was school going to be over? Today? Tomorrow? This week? Every day was the same routine, over and over and over. I'd only lived for 16 years, and yet life had grown so boring.

Sighing, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I already knew what our teacher was teaching, so I had no reason to listen. I knew had a perfect score in this class, anyways (as all of them), and she knew this aswell.

I decided I would take a short nap, and so I leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms, and closed my eyes. It was the most comfortable position for me when I wasn't actually laying down, after all.

Clack, Clack, Clack. Footsteps approached my desk at a rather quick pace, though I payed no mind to it. I figured she was probably going to scold one of the students, anyways.

The hard SLAP! of a wooden ruler against my desk caused me to wince in surprise. She was going to scold me? Slowly, I opened a single eye to look up at our teacher.

Ahh, that's right, we have a substitute today... I remembered. God, I'm stupid. I guess I have book smarts, but I don't even have simple observation skills. "Yes?" I questioned rather irritably.

"'Yes?' Is that really something you should ask your elder, young man? Speak respectfully and pay attention in class! You need to learn, nobody's perfect."

"Fine," I responded, "I'll speak more respectfully, if you want." I took a breath and smiled at her. "Is there something that you are unsatisfied with, ma'am?" I exaggerated the last word of my sentence as my grin transitioned into a glaring expression.

"I do honestly believe that I have no reason to listen to you in class. Don't use being my elder as an excuse. I've had you as a substitute multiple times, I've noticed. You just don't like being ignored, isn't that it? It makes you feel insignificant, Mrs. Superiority Complex," I continued.

She was getting pissed. "I don-"

I quickly interuppted her. " 'I don't lecture you unless I have a reason to~ It's my job to teach and a student's job to listen~ ' " I smirked. "Did I get it right?"

She looked shocked, and by this point was fuming. A few students snickered.

She pointed to the door and shouted, "Principal's office!"

I stared her in the eye.

"Sure!" I exclaimed enthusiastically, standing up and practically skipping to the door. I stopped and silently muttered, "Touchy."

As I was stepping out, I turned and shouted behind me, "Why dont you check my worksheets?" I pointed to the stack of paper sitting on the teacher's desk. "Then tell me who should be listening in class."

Walking through one of the many parallel halls, I was on my way to the principal's office when I decided; Fuck it, I'll just skip. That old hag doesn't have any right to tell me what to do.

I'll just go hang around the restrooms and hide in a stall in case anyone comes by. I don't need any trouble. Either way, it's her fault for sending me by myself, what kind of substitute or respectful teacher would do that? Is she stupid? I thought to myself and began to snicker.

I leaned against the wall, playing one of the many games I'd downloaded on my phone. Yes, this was all I had to do. No texting or messaging, since I didn't really have any friends. Not like I needed them, right? I mean, I was still able to socialize and talk to people normally, but I never spoke with anyone enough to become "friends" with them. Not like I wanted to.