With a twist of a hand, all of the Mr. McYerba's books fell off the table. I smiled.
"That was unexpected." The teacher said to himself. The elderly middle-eastern man bent over to pick up the huge pile of text books he had hoped to hand out to his class. I slightly kicked my foot forward, and the teacher fell face first on the ground, shattering his glasses.
"Alright! Who did that? I felt someone kick me." He questioned, to which his only response being barely contained laughter throughout the room. "Don't snigger! You saw who did it! You saw. And until I find out, you're all on detention!"
I grinned and looked to my grilfriend Amanda, who smiled and laughed in reaction to the teachers embarassment. She thought it was just an accident. Little did she know it was Little old Lauchie Laufes pulling the strings.
"No one kicked you Sir, you fell it seems." Said the teachers pet, Bjorn, who then recieved a flick in the eye from Mischievous old me, sitting across the room
"I didn't fall! Someone kicked me!"
"Whatever you say, Sir... Now may I see the school nurse? I think I was stung by a bee." Bjorn asked, holding his hand over his left eye to cover the tear that began to role from his the sniveling brats face.
"No! No one may leave the room until I find out who kicked me!" As soon as Mr. McYerba finished his sentence, The Guidence Councelor came in, holding pamphlettes about 'spot control' and 'drinking,' or whatever BS he was trying to shove into our minds now. But as he burst in, he stared straight at me, as I bit at the air, sending sharp pain through empty space, straight at Mr. McYerba.
