Uzi Doorman

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Uzi finished up her presentation in the front of the class, before crossing her arms and brandishing a smirk.

"Not bad, huh?" Uzi asked as her class looked at her in absolute annoyance.

Mr. Teacher rubbed his visor with his hand, before sighing aloud, then looking narrowly at Uzi.

"Uzi, the presentation was supposed to be about dinosaurs. Not only that, there were some moments of improper English. 'How would we defeat disassembly drone' and 'After they humans were gone' are not proper sentences."

Uzi scoffed, before pointing her index finger at Mr. Teacher.

"Bite me! I had to read it off the paper!"

Mr. Teacher sighed boredly, before sitting back in the chair he was seated in.

"Sorry, Uzi, but I'm going to have to give you an F+. It should be a minus, but I'm cutting you some slack. Listen, you're a good kid, but please try and focus on what our agenda currently has planned, rather than focus on what your imagination has in store."

Uzi shook her head and her eyes narrowed in her visor at her teacher and classmates.

"One of these days, I'm going to take down that murder drone myself! Then you'll all worship the ground I walk on!"

Lizzy called from the back of the room, with her usual attitude, while leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, putting on a smirk.

"No you won't, Retard. Your dad won't let your retarded ass out of the bunker."

Doll chimed in.

"Для всех русскоязычных я плохой парень."

Uzi chuckled bitterly, before crossing her arms. Secretly, she wanted to break Lizzy's visor.

"Well, maybe I can. Besides... I BUILT THIS SICK AS HELL RAILGUN!!!"

Uzi pulled out a railgun she personally built, before everyone (except Mr. Teacher) took cover under their desks, screaming. Meanwhile, Braiden's head caught on fire.

"Bite me! This thing's gonna blow up that murder drone, giving me all the glory!!!"

Mr. Teacher sighed again, emotionless.

"Uzi, you've got detention. Bringing a weapon of any kind is strictly forbidden. In fact, if we weren't drones hiding in a bunker, you could've faced serious jail time."

"BITE ME!!!"

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Khan Doorman came in a few hours later to pick Uzi up from detention. When they got home, Khan was about to give Uzi a lecture, to which Uzi sighed.

Khan put his hands on his hips.

"Uzi! This is the nineteenth detention this month. You've gotta stop trying to stand out so much. You should give up on this whole 'kill all humans and murder drones' phase and focus on doors. Oh, I love doors! I helped create the doors that lower the risk of that murder drone you're obsessed with. Be obsessed with doors. I love doors! I love doors so much, I can say it five times. I love doors. I love doors. I love doors. Okay, I can't count. That's because I focus my education on doors! I love doors! Door!!! Is!! Life! Well, that's all. You can go to your room now."

Uzi rolled her eyes in her visor, before walking into her room, closing the door behind her.

Uzi took a seat on her bed, resting her arms on her kneecaps. She then looked at the ceiling above her, before sighing. She had to get rid of that murder drone. It was the only way they'd accept her.

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