"Penny for your thoughts?" I turn my head to look at Madison, one of the few people I can call my friend. I turn my head back to my empty desk.
"You wouldn't want to know." She slams a book on my fingers and I jolt, pulling onto my lap.
"If I didn't want to know I wouldn't have asked dumb ass." I can hear the forced smirk in her voice.
" If I was a villain... I wonder how I would die." I stop before continuing, " And how i see it, everyone is a villain until proven otherwise. So are we all the potential antagonist in a superhero movie?" I glance over to see her shake her head and giggle.
" Okay Sam, you need help, pronto." she stops and thinks, pointing her eyes to the ceiling. " But if I think about it from you're eyes, then yeah, I guess that would be true. I don't believe people are born good or bad, they are who they are because of how they were raised and there mindset thru it all." She puts the book on her lap and smirks, all previous signs of her seriousness gone. I mumble in response. She goes back to her seat in the next table and goes back to work. I rest my head on the table and watch the teacher Mr.Webster babble about our dead skin cells and how they protect us. The teacher in training promptly pits her hand on my arm, I never bothered to remember her name.
"Samantha, you can't be sleeping." I wordlessly prop my head on my hand.
"You know, you probably could learn something if you got your packit out and payed attention." I lift my eyes to hers, she is sweet and calm, collected and shy. She wouldn't survive in a classroom, not with this bunch of tenth grade starbucks girls and horny boys.
"Actually, these glands in the skin are not worthless, they work as lubricants for your hair, sure it makes your hair greasy after a while, but it will save you a world of trouble when it comes to bacteria." I copy the teacher's words, word by word, all the while staring deep into this teacher's eyes. I only stopped because I know that he would make a reference to some show of game that i don't know. sure enough, it was something about darth vader or something. I can see the stress in her eyes of being wrong.
"W-Well I see that you're good, I'll be back here if you need me." she points to the back of the class as she walks away. my hand still stings from the book. my brain understands the pain, and that it's not real, it's your body telling you there is something wrong. Knowing this should stop the pain, but I still wince at the touch. I start to go deeper into my mind as the hour continues.
suddenly i feel a surge of power rush threw me. I grin the biggest grin. I let my smile fade to something more natural before raising my hand.
"Yes Sam, do you have a question?" my smile grows again. I see him take a step back, wish makes me smile even more.
"No, not really, more of a demonstration." he hesitantly agrees and I walk up to the front of the class. If I I'm a villain, how would I die? How would i live, how would I scare and confuse, kill and rule?
"Well, hi.. I'll get to the point. you must believe me when I say that physical form matters not to me. I am not one shape. I can move my cells and organs, grow and shrink." A few people snicker, I raze a finger to my mouth.
"What would you like to see?" I hear a lot of jokes, but then I hear... Tiger.
" Okay, I can turn into a tiger." with that my body shifts gracefully into a man eating tiger. Many scream and run, few are unamused, but most stay frozen in there seat. In a frenzy, I walk over to Mr. Webster and rub on his leg. he falls over in surprise. I take that chance to pounce and rip his throat out of his neck. he promptly dies and falls completely to the floor. what remained in the class now bolted away in terror. thats right, fear me.
I bolt my head up as the bell rings. I fell asleep again. As
I walk to my next class I think. If I were a villain, I would be manipulative, but only if they believed me. If they believe I can be a bunny, I van be a bunny. While In the hallway, I stop. everyone slows to a stop. there still walking, but also standing in one place.
I smile lightly as I go to my next class.
