"That's a really nice look on your face, Nolan"
"Give me back my book. I'm not in the mood for this"
"It's usually very hard to see any of your expressions. This is nice"
"I won't say it again, Sarah. Give me back my book"
"What would you do, hit me?"
The siren sounds faded slowly in the background. Seated by the window with blood-soaked hands was a tall teenager who stared coldly at the siren. His short wavy brown hair covered his dark grey eyes which were as frosty as ice. His uniform was covered in splatters of blood and his nose had a tissue plugged in it, a small scar on the side of his face.
"Mr. Bates, this is the fifth time this semester. I'm horrified that you actually hit a girl"
"She's human, she's annoying and she dared me so I did it"
"Mr. Bates, we can't keep letting
