PRESENT TIME
Today is today. Today is a new day. Where I can forget about all the sins I did yesterday and start having a fresh start...making new sins! Not what an average person would say, but that's what I say.
"Good morning!" I said to Micheal. "How'd you sleep?" I said smiling. Micheal had recently agreed to be my roommate of my collage dorm. "Like a devil." He said, while accidentally burning the toast he had left in the toaster for too long. "Anways, you better hurry up! We are going to be late for the second week of college!" Micheal nodded and packed his things in his bag.
"Welcome Micheal and Neveah!" Said our teacher, Mr. Jackson. "Morning." I said. Me and Micheal sat down next to each other on our desks. We got our work out from yesterday. Shit. I forgot to do it. "Psst." I looked towards Micheal. "Hey," "Micheal!" I whispered. "Mind if you do my homework?" I smiled and winked at him.
"Sure." He said. He stared at the paper on my desk. I looked away for one second. When I looked back, my homework was filled out. "Thanks Micheal!" I said. "No problem. I'm improving my skills to do that at a faster time, so next time, it will only take a millisecond for me to fill out your homework!" We laughed.
"Thank you for those who are paying attention!" Mr. Jackson said. I hate it when teachers say that. It annoys the shit out of me. I looked at Micheal and then at my paper. "What are you two doing?" Our teacher said. "Oh, nothing." Micheal said. "Yeah.","Nothing". I said while rolling my eyes. "Looks like you two are...what do you call it?","Cheating?"
"Oh shut up and continue the fucking lesson you idiot." Micheal said. I looked at him. What the hell did he just do?... "Excuse me!" Said Mr. Jackson. Micheal just laughed. "You do not talk to anyone like that! Especially your teachers! I need to talk to you after class in the hallway. That is not acceptable."
I stared at Micheal with a worried face. He gave me the facial expression that means,"Don't worry I will deal with it later." I looked back down at my work. I stared and picked at my nails. They are already almost down to the point where if I picked them anymore, I would rip off my skin. But whatever.
By the time I looked up, the teacher was already dismissing us. I must have zoned out. I gathered my things and walked out. Except for Micheal. He walked out and waited in the hallways for his punishment for his brave words thay were sort of mean, but true.
Micheal's Point Of View
I walked out of the classroom and waited in the hallway. Oh no. Im "so" scared. Yeah, hell no I'm not scared. Its not like this has never happened to me before. "So, Micheal. What do you have to say for yourself?" "Nothing Sir." "Oh I think you do." Mr. Jackson said. "No I don't." "Get your attitude together or-" "Or you'll what? Write a referral for me saying I didn't pass college and that I got kicked out?" Mr. Jackson stared. "Be my guest." "Micheal that-" "That won't be possible if you don't have hands. Right?" Micheal interrupted. The lights flickered and Micheal closed his eyes. "Micheal Langdon whatever you are doing needs to stop immediately!" "No thanks." Then Micheal sprung forward and ripped Mr. Jackson's hands off. "You won't be needing those anymore. Nobody needs hand anyway."
