Spike sat in the very back English class in a desk too small for his legs, uninterested as the teacher ranted on about parallel structure in writing. He doodled on his notebook, mostly of hanging himself out of boredom. He gave up on that soon too, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of weed and rolling zig zags. He placed his worksheet on his lap as he began to grind up the buds, careful to spill a minimal amount. He rolled the zig zag around his pencil, folding in the one end around the lead. He licked up and down the sides before sliding the pencil out and cramming the empty joint with weed. The dorky human kid sitting next to him stopped taking notes to watch. Spike looked up and saw him shake his head, a dirty smile set upon his smug face. The human raised his hand. "...Don't." Spike threatened. The subborn kid held his hand high, the teacher stopped mid sentence. "Martin, hold questions until the end." He looked back at Spike, eager to get him in trouble. Spike glared and made a slight gesture of his hand, a six-inch switchblade extended from his pocket. The kid froze, slowly lowering his hand. Spike retracted the knife and went back to his rolling. "Yes, Martin?" The teacher asked. Martin looked up. "I uh...have to go to the bathroom..."
Topic: Furry high school (Read 187782 times)