Pyro (controlledburn) wrote in the_next_step, @ 2009-04-15 20:40:00 |
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Current mood: | frustrated |
Entry tags: | john allerdyce/pyro |
Narrative
You'd think that John would have learnt not to piss off his teacher to the point where they can't do anything but throw detention at him, you'd be wrong.
It's not because he happens to love detention or thinks wasting his weekends is a great way to spend his time, it's just... he can't help himself. Load of crock, right? John figures it's a handy excuse and he can't help it if it's as close to the truth as he's ever going to get. He gets some kind of thrill out of pushing a person's buttons, watching them get all worked up and flustered to the point where all they can do is yell and point the finger.
Maybe it helps him to avoid the touchy feeling lovey-dovey bullshit conversation that they might try to have with him if he hadn't pissed them off as much as he did.
He's got another weekend full of detention to look forward to, from a ridiculous time in the morning to a stupid time in the afternoon. The teachers can't enjoy it, at least he hopes they don't. Clearly he needs to stop thinking about his fate and start focusing on the empty sheet of paper that's been staring him in the face for the last... 6 hours? It's due tomorrow and yet he can't focus worth a damn, Bobby's emotastic-music isn't helping either.
He has on more than one occasion contemplated melting that boy's stereo.
John blows out another frustrated breath and directs his gaze to the blank sheet, scribbling a doodle in the corner that may or may not be a stick figure (that has an unsettling resemblance to the teenager drawing it) hanging himself, maybe he'll get some marks for artistic merit?
God, he hates classwork.