God, he was bored. Norman sighed as he looked out the classroom window and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the God forsaken math class to end. The teacher droned on at the front of the class about something called Pascal's triangle or something like that but Norman had zoned out within the first few minutes of listening.
He really didn't know how knowing about a triangle would help him later in life. All he ever really used was basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Other than that, math played no role in his life, and it's not like he was gonna need the quadratic equation on the soccer field. All he needed was a healthy, fit body and his good looks. His grumpy attitude increased as he could hear the faint ticking of the clock that was located right above his head.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, ti-
Norman's agitation was interrupted by the sound of his name from the front, where the teacher stood holding a little yellow slip that he recognized as an escape.
Grabbing his bag, Norman stood and shuffled his way out of the rows of desks and into the wide aisle to get through the class. Taking the slip from the teacher without a word, he left the class without even bothering to look at what was written.
Once he finally left the class and strolled around the semi empty halls, Norman glanced at the yellow slip crumpled up in his jacket pocket. He realized it was a pass to the attendance office to pick up a package. Probably his mom leaving him his lunch again. She had made him a tuna sandwich this morning. Tuna. He had told her he wanted a turkey sandwich. Turkey. It was like she was trying to sabotage him or something. Norman shook his head in exasperation as he walked down the stairs of the building and headed for the main building.
The short walk was quiet excepting the few students or staff headed somewhere. Norman even chose to take a longer route, hoping to extend his time out of class, but alas, he finally reached the office. Norman opened the door with a sour look on his face and clicked his tongue when he felt a strong force push him back. It wasn't enough to knock him over, but he was forced to take a few steps back to regain his balance. Great, just what he needed. Not only was his lunch ruined, he just had to have someone run into him.
Norman looked down at the disgusting creature at his feet and decided he might as well make himself feel better.
Crouching down, Norman wasn't even sure what he had said. He didn't really care either. All he knew was that he was frustrated. At what? Who knew. But he was just in a pissed off mood since the morning and anyone in his way would have to face his wrath.
Once Norman felt his anger subside a bit. He stood, leaving the blob of a person sitting on the floor with a shocked look on his face..... it was a he right? The features were too chunky to even distinguish gender.
Now, Norman knew it wasn't a nice thing to do that to someone. But in all honesty, he also didn't care. No one had ever told him otherwise. Whenever he got in trouble, all he had to do was throw out the puppy dog eyes and people were softer than putty in his hands. Even his parents couldn't resist the cuteness of their child. And once that cuteness grew into adult attractiveness, the perks just grew. Now he could get alcohol and cigarettes without an ID, because the girl behind the counter had the hots for him. His teachers didn't tell him anything for fear his parents would come and get rid of them. The one teacher who had reported him anyway, ended up without a job, even with tenure.
His father was an important government worker and his mother was president of the PTSA, so that was a great help to his 'cause' in getting rid of a terrible teacher.
The office lady smiled at Norman and offered him the lunch left by his mother. Norman rolled his stormy grey eyes at the small brown paper bag with a sticky note attached to it. He could see a small heart on it and didn't even bother reading it as he tore it off and crumpled it up. He thanked the office lady- who's name didn't really matter- and exited the office, deciding it was better to ditch the rest of the period and get an early lunch. It's not like he was gonna better learning anything anyway, so why bother?
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