Arkyn was ready to bash her head off the desk. Circumference made zero sense to her. Why should it? It was stupid. Pointless. "Hey, Linda? What's the point of all this anyways? Got some long winded explaination for us?" She called out to Ms. Paulson sarcastically, bitter she had to waste her time in this room.
Aita waved, "Hello teacher-person. What are we learning today?" Mrs. Clarke smiled, trying to fight off incoming horror. He seemed so normal, but looked so different. Acted like he hadn't done the things she'd read on his record.
"Well, Aita, today we're learning how to interact with others on an socially accepted basis."
"Yeah, what's up with this dumb shit?" Quinn called out, looking at Arkyn and back to Ms. Paulson.
"First of all, Ms. White, we do not use that kind of language here." She started. "And, circumference will help as you grow up."
Quinn leaned back against her chair, popping her legs onto the desk in front of her.
"They just do this to suck the fun out of our lives!" Zanna called out from the back of the room, both of their feet already on the desk, "Teach us something we're going to need in life. Like how to do taxes or some crap like that."
Jack rolled his eyes at everyone. Circumference may be useless, but at least be civil about it. Just roll your eyes and be passive aggressive, that's what he did.
"Oh, I bet it does. Hear that everyone? We're all gonna spend the rest of our lives doing this!" Arkyn gestured dramatically to the board. "In that case I choose to not do this." She kicked her feet up on a nearby empty desk and pulled out a pair of headphones.
"Hey I saw that punk," Zanna glared at the boy who had just rolled his eyes.
"Why don't we learn how to hot wire a motorcycle or something. . ." Quinn muttered, grinning as she watched Ms. Paulson take a seat. Right as she sat down, it tripped a wire which in turn caused a whole bucket of paintballs to fall on her head. Sure, that was a simple prank, but she couldn't do something too crazy.
Aita scrunched his nose, "Socially accepted? Why would we do that?"
"So you can reintroduce yourself to the bright lights of society!" maybe he was just a kid who'd fallen a bit off track.
Aita leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk, "But what if I want to stay in the shadows?"
Arkyn cackled at the colorful disaster that had taken over the front of the room. "Controlled chaos! I like it!"
Zanna laughed at the now paint covered teacher, "Looks like class is done. I'm out of here. See ya suckers."
They left the room to go explore the school, after all they hadn't been there very long.
Mrs. Clarke gulped and her eyes darted around the room, knowing she was alone with this boy.
"B-but you want to be back with your family, right?"
Aita's eyes darkened, "Never had one. Never will."
"Surely you had an authoritative figure in your life?" Mrs. Clarke asked, hands shaking.
Yomo-san. He loved me. He died for me. Aita pulled at his briefcase. "No."
"Ms. White!" The math teacher shrieked, standing up.
"Damn, I guess I'm outta here too." Quinn sighed, popping her headphones back on and grabbing her skateboard, following after Zana.
Zane had the right idea. Arkyn was quick to leave the classroom and strut down the hallways. "Where to go first?" She mused, looking to do something destructive.
"Graffiti? Or maybe flood the school or some shit." Quinn proposed, glancing at Arkyn. "I hate this place. . ." She muttered.
Mrs. Clarke attempted a smile. "Anyway, Aita, we'll be learning about s-social things now."
Aita glanced at her and laughed. She froze. His laugh chilled her to the bone and his eyes were so murderous. Mrs. Clarke squeaked and turned her head away.
"What are you teaching me first?" Aita stepped out of his desk and looked at the barred windows.
Jack got up and went out the door after everyone else. No need to be in there anymore.
"I'm not talented enough for graffiti, but I like your style." Arkyn nodded in approval. "Yeah this place is a pit." She agreed, glaring at the stained walls.
Quinn slowed down and walked next to him. "Jack, right? Why'd you end up here?"
"Social things? Who cares." Jenny said, leaning her crutches against her desk.
She popped out a few cans as they walked through doors and exited into the main quad. "What kind of design do you have in mind?"
Zanna was walking down the hallways when she noticed another classroom. The door was slightly cracked and they could see the teacher in there cowering.
"I have to see what's that about," Zanna thought as they began to sneak up to the classroom door.
"How to approach new people and make friends!"
Aita nodded, sitting on top of a desk. "How do you do that?"
"Well, you see, when you approach someone you want to be friends with Aita, what do you say?"
"Do you want to see my scythe? It's killed tons of people."
Mrs. Clarke's eyes widened, "No, Aita, talk about common interests. Maybe you like Fall Out Boy and they're wearing a Fall Out Boy shirt? Talk to them about that."
"It's Dylan, but everyone calls me Jack. For some reason," he replied. " And apparently I 'bullied' people. I was just telling the truth,"
"Anything that'd tell every official in this building to shove off." Arkyn shrugged, trailing after Quinn.