Homeland

3

Mint glances over at his brothers, Metin and Milo, who was working on the clay happily. He sighs and looks down at his own pile of clay.

"Mint you should make something. A ball would be fine. A vase, a pot" the teacher sits in the chair beside him. His face very close to Mint's and a hand on his thigh. Mint tenses up.

"I'm fine"

"Speak up what was that"

"I'm fine" Mint says louder his hands shaking slighter. His brothers sees that and Metin grabs a pencil throwing it at the teacher who stands up quickly. He puts a hand on Mint's shoulder squeezing slightly.

"Don't worry Mint, if you need help call me over. I'll be glad to help you."

Milo stands up blocking the teachers way.

"My daddy said to defend my brothers. So the next time I see your hand on my brother. I will hurt you. Stop touching him, and stay away from him." Metin says his voice dark.

"Don't talk to me like that. I am your teacher."

"No you're a sorry excuse of a man." Milo speaks.

"And you're our teacher. Okay. We'll just tell Jaylen see how he likes the exchange." The teacher flinches at that.

"Get out of my class! Go to the principals office! Now!" He points to the door. 

They nod, and Milo takes his phone out ready to call his dad but the teacher takes it.

"We're leaving give me my fucking phone."

"You two are getting F's."

"Okay class! Eyes on me right the fuck now! There are more then ten of you in here! You all are hearing this. So as soon as my brother comes in here beating his ass. I don't wanna hear shit about him not doing anything to us." Milo says.

"We feel unsafe in his fucking classroom. So we are trying to leave. He took MY phone. Metin call dad."

"I'm not letting you call your father you're not leaving this room because you two are being dramatic. Now sit down" The teacher pushes Metin in the chair. 

"Don't touch me" Metin whimpers his hands banging on his head. Mint stands up grabbing a sharpened pencil and without hesitation stabs him in the neck.

"Don't ever put your hands on him" Mint growls kicking him forward. Everyone's eyes widen.

"Told you he bouta kill all of us watch this nigga pull an AR-15 out of his bag" some guy says watching Mint wearily while slowly moving to the door. Milo calms Metin down just enough so that he could walk out.

"You're a freak!" A girl spat. Mint raises a brow and reaches in his bag. They all scream.

"Come on Mint" Milo said from the door. Mint steps over the blood and walks out.

"Go outside." he orders, Milo and Metin who nods.

"and call dad"

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom."

Milo stares at him looking him over.

"Do not shoot up no kid" Mint's eyes widen.

"I wasn't! I don't even have a gun!"

"Then what's in your bag?" Mint glances at his bag.

"....Not a gun"

"Then lemme see"

Mint stares at him then holds out the bag. Milo takes it and opens in. He digs around then holds up, Kel-Tec P3AT.