It’s always the same, the classes drag and the clock hands never move any faster despite the amount of times he wishes they would. If he had telekinesis, he’d use it to move those hands and no one would ever know but he’s pyrokinetic and somehow he doesn’t think setting the clock on fire would be received with great enthusiasm.
He’s already set off the fire alarm three times this week and gotten two weeks of detention with I-have-a-stick-too-far-up-my-ass Scott fricking Summers so John is on his best behaviour or as good as he ever gets. It still amuses him that he’s best friends with the all American boy-scout Bobby Drake. How that ever happened John has no idea but hey it has.
John knows that the longer he watches the clock the longer the class is going to be, it’s just the way things are. Time seemed to stretch into endless eternity when you were consciously aware of it, it’s weird and not very fair but nothing’s fair in the world so why should time be any different?
He taps his pencil against the table, tries to concentrate on the interesting
equations of a equaling z and vice versa but he can’t, his mind keeps drifting and his eyes keep lifting to the clock that taunts him by moving slow. He looks around, sees everyone is thinking and feeling the same then smirks because one instance of the fire alarm going off won’t be enough to slap another two weeks onto his sentence.
So that’s what he does, smokes his pencil for long enough until the bells are ringing and everybody’s scrambling for the exit and he’s just disappearing into the panicked masses. They’d find him later when they discovered the charred remains of his pencil but until then he is free.
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