I was panting why life so unfair. I had to run to school because the bus had left me. For God's sake I needed a proper refreshment after yesterday's eventualities. Who could believe as if nothing had happened yet a lot really did happen?! Pfff!!
Ouch! My legs hurt like super bad. I was nearly drenched in sweat. Who could run that distance! I mean no normal person can! Well, I am not normal, these looks are way too overrated to make me normal. I believe even the gods are jealous of my outrageous looks. I am Lucas!! hahaha.
As these narcissistic thoughts ran through my mind, I didn't realise I had bumped into the classroom. F*ck, everyone had heard my wicked laughter. Everyone turned to look at me, surprised by my audacity to enter. Mrs. Lison's class like that. She was a teacher of Theology and particularly the only female teacher I had not yet conquered. Not that I wanted to conquer her anyway, she was literally a year old. That was way too old and for the love of purses, I wouldn't fuck her for a hundred dollars, oh maybe a thousand dollars.
"Don't criticise me! Money is Money!!!"
"Mr. Lucas," Mrs Lison called me out of my thoughts. I began trembling, my heart was practically shivering. My words even became jumbled.
"Since you're brazen enough to interrupt my lesson, I guess you can take over right now."
"What?!" I interjected.
"Take over the lesson right now, lest I send you to detention." She berated.
"Yes, ma'am." I disappointedly consented.
I nearly cried for the real truth. I knew nothing about Theology. I could feel my despair mounting. Someone at the front row of the class was happy beyond words, particularly because she had seen me run into trouble. That evil creature, does she think she'll have the last laugh? Well, dream on! Mwahaha, you haven't seen the last of me!
I glared at her maliciously, like an anaconda stalking its prey. I diverted my attention from her as I promised myself that my revenge was underway. It was a matter of when and not whether. Heavens!! I recalled the simplest topic in Theology. It was...
"I am discussing sexual immorality!" I assuredly declared.
"So, sexual immorality is the attenuation and —" I began on my speech before being interrupted.
"That definition is surely wrong!" Rishie rejected. "Attenuation is a reminiscent of —"
"Oh! please, do you even know the meaning of reminiscence because literally —" I tried to fight for my pride.
"Then you mean Shakespearean conceptualisation is lacking!" She rebutted,
"Then what of his intuition?"
"Are you nuts? Do you want to deny Wordsworth's comprehension?" I angrily snapped.
Everyone in the class was totally quiet, even Mrs. Lison. No one could believe such eloquence of knowledge to come from the duo moreso Lucas, who seemed to be studying as a last resort. The school bell rang, signalling the end of lessons particularly the morning lessons.