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-The door to the busy classroom starts to open slowly, most of the kids are preoccupied about conversations they are having. Discussing cars, houses, weekend plans and what not expecting nothing interesting to happen at the moment suddenly a foot bangs against the door kicking it open in one swift opening causing the door to bang against the wall then bounce back a bit. A tall figure walks through the door dressed in a studded jacket, black bondage pants, what looks to be army boots, tattoos all over and a large mohawk. Peers around the room for a bit sneering at some of the kids who all seem to have their attention on him. Looks around the room and sees that no teacher is in there. Walks up to the table and presses one boot against it then lifts myself up to the table, after doing so, removes my studded jacket and straightens myself. Coughs a bit then begins to introduce myself-
Hello "peers" of mine. Wondering who I am? Well, I'll fucking tell you. I'm Phin. Make one joke about my name and I swear I will rip your fucking spleen out and choke you with it. Your probably wondering things like, "why is he here." "Didn't Dover have some class?" Well, I'm here for some stupid reason. Oh yeah, to make me a better person.
-laughs a bit and shakes my head-
Better person? They have no clue what my life is like. I fucking grew up with no parents, a lousy foster home and a soup kitchen that makes you wanna spew each time you take the smallest sip. I was always in fights, always getting tattos and such. I'll tell you now, I am NOT a friendly person. Come up to me and say the wrong thing and you might just get pounded into the ground. I wonder how long it'll take me to get expelled from here too. I've already been through about 9 different schools. Most of 'em were boarding schools. I been to boot camp, god knows how many times. So I can back up all this shit I'm saying. Keep to your fucking self and we'll get along fine... maybe.
-Grins a bit then steps down from the desk and walks over to a desk occupied by a student. My chain making a noise with each step, that making the student jump a little bit more.-
Move..
-The student is a little shaky at first then runs off quickly to a desk on the other side of the room sitting in it cowering a bit. Grins then slowly sits down in the seat and props my feet up on the desk-
I think I'll like it here.. Dover, be prepared.
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