~the anger cont'd
He ran, couldn't be late, not again. Class started in ten minutes.
Swinging round the corner, he sighed wth relief to see that the class was still dangling outside. A hand rested on his shoulder and he tensed up.
"I hope you aren't late again, Delore," said a voice.
He turned around, his face the mask of innocence.
"Of course not Sir, just returning from the toilet," said Delore.
The teacher nodded and opened the door for them. The class filed in.
"We're starting on pages three hundred and twenty seven of the text books. Grab a book as you walk in please," said the teacher.
Delore obediently picked up a book and sat down on his own at the edge, near the door.
After twenty minutes into class, a knock on the door, and a girl walking in and sitting next to him, he was about ready to run out and kill again. Holding onto his sanity, he looked at the girl next to him.
Boring as always. He did his work and then tried to think on what to do after school.
He felt someone tap him, without conscious thought, he already knew it was the girl next to him.
"Yes?" he asked. His voice was annoyed, though he really couldn't care less.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she said meekly.
"Well it's too late now, so tell me what you want," he said, resigning himself to help her.
"My pen fell off the table and is under your seat. Could you pick it up for me please?" she asked.
He looked at her, and actually looked at her. She seemed to be fairly smart, kind of childish and just a hint of innocence that seemed to go through her core.
He leant down and picked up her pen. It was simple.
She was an innocent. One of the very few that even lived anymore.
He sighed. He was afraid of tainting her but somehow he also wanted to taint her to the core.
Giving her pen back, she said thankyou and went straight back to work. Delore shrugged. It made little difference what she was doing but something inside told him not to let her go.
Shrugging off the feeling, he went back to writing random comments from the heart and blocked out the rest of the world.
Swinging round the corner, he sighed wth relief to see that the class was still dangling outside. A hand rested on his shoulder and he tensed up.
"I hope you aren't late again, Delore," said a voice.
He turned around, his face the mask of innocence.
"Of course not Sir, just returning from the toilet," said Delore.
The teacher nodded and opened the door for them. The class filed in.
"We're starting on pages three hundred and twenty seven of the text books. Grab a book as you walk in please," said the teacher.
Delore obediently picked up a book and sat down on his own at the edge, near the door.
After twenty minutes into class, a knock on the door, and a girl walking in and sitting next to him, he was about ready to run out and kill again. Holding onto his sanity, he looked at the girl next to him.
Boring as always. He did his work and then tried to think on what to do after school.
He felt someone tap him, without conscious thought, he already knew it was the girl next to him.
"Yes?" he asked. His voice was annoyed, though he really couldn't care less.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she said meekly.
"Well it's too late now, so tell me what you want," he said, resigning himself to help her.
"My pen fell off the table and is under your seat. Could you pick it up for me please?" she asked.
He looked at her, and actually looked at her. She seemed to be fairly smart, kind of childish and just a hint of innocence that seemed to go through her core.
He leant down and picked up her pen. It was simple.
She was an innocent. One of the very few that even lived anymore.
He sighed. He was afraid of tainting her but somehow he also wanted to taint her to the core.
Giving her pen back, she said thankyou and went straight back to work. Delore shrugged. It made little difference what she was doing but something inside told him not to let her go.
Shrugging off the feeling, he went back to writing random comments from the heart and blocked out the rest of the world.
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