School was usually boring for the poet-in-making. He sighed as he glanced up at the teacher, who continued spewing nonsense to the class. A test, is what they were apparently going to be doing. A test that he hadn’t bothered even studying for.

Philip’s eyes went back to the paper in front of him. There were a bunch of questions, and a short constructed response at the back of the paper. He could literally rip the paper into shreds if he wanted to, but he resisted the urges.

“Pst..” He nudged the boy, Telemachus, who was unfortunately his seating partner. “Think you could, y’know, give me the answers?” He gave him a hopeful look. “I will pay ya back, I promise!”

”Silence, Hamilton! Your babbling is disrupting the students focus!” The teacher shouted, which also distracted them, but the teacher is always right…

Philip rolled his eyes, any hateful comments to his teacher were shoved down his throat. Oh, how he wanted to kill that guy, but his focus returned back to Telemachus.

“So what’d ya say?”