Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Seeing as his hard work was now ruined, Timothy considered asking the teacher for another piglet, but, after a quick glance at the wall clock, came to the conclusion that even if he was granted another animal, he wouldn't have the time to properly finish it anyway. And then it would either go rotten, or get thrown out. And Timothy hated not being able to finish something.
Sighing, put his scalpel down next to the pig, grabbed the tray and stood up, ignoring the sharp pain shooting up his thumb. Walking up to the front of the room and lifting the tray up, he presented the teacher with his half dissected, half mutilated work. The teacher did not look amused at having a dead pig stuffed under his nose, and glared down at the vampire.
"I ruined my work." Timothy told him bluntly, staring up at him, "And I don't have time for another try. May I go?"
Sighing, the teacher put a hand on the tray, forcing him to lower it. Giving the vampire a pointed look, he finally pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Terrifying students, perverted half dead girls, snot nosed children..." He muttered under his breath, making Timothy frown. Looking up again, he nodded sharply, "Very well, you may leave, but I'll be writing this down in your file."
The vampire handed the teacher the tray, ignoring his spluttered protests as he walked out of the room, his hands clenched, making a little of his blood drip down to the floor. He didn't really much care of the teacher wrote down that he burned the school to a crisp. Actually, he didn't care if the teacher broke his stupid arms while writing down something that wasn't his fault! Timothy was officially, and undeniably sick of going to school. And it was only his first day.
Sighing, put his scalpel down next to the pig, grabbed the tray and stood up, ignoring the sharp pain shooting up his thumb. Walking up to the front of the room and lifting the tray up, he presented the teacher with his half dissected, half mutilated work. The teacher did not look amused at having a dead pig stuffed under his nose, and glared down at the vampire.
"I ruined my work." Timothy told him bluntly, staring up at him, "And I don't have time for another try. May I go?"
Sighing, the teacher put a hand on the tray, forcing him to lower it. Giving the vampire a pointed look, he finally pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Terrifying students, perverted half dead girls, snot nosed children..." He muttered under his breath, making Timothy frown. Looking up again, he nodded sharply, "Very well, you may leave, but I'll be writing this down in your file."
The vampire handed the teacher the tray, ignoring his spluttered protests as he walked out of the room, his hands clenched, making a little of his blood drip down to the floor. He didn't really much care of the teacher wrote down that he burned the school to a crisp. Actually, he didn't care if the teacher broke his stupid arms while writing down something that wasn't his fault! Timothy was officially, and undeniably sick of going to school. And it was only his first day.