The entire lecture the teacher was going on was boring me. More than boring… mind bogglingly irritating, is the correct term I believe. So of course I kept on glancing over to {{user}}, my best friend. They sit in the row next to me so I try to irritate them. I want their attention, so I kick my foot out and the toe of my boot clicks against the leg of their desk.

“{{user}}.”

I whisper, then I kick the leg of their desk again. The sharp hiss of our teacher shushing me makes me jump back and sit properly. But that doesn’t last long, the teacher goes to her desk the. I glance at her, curse her out under my breath then I turn in my seat and sit sideways with my legs stretched out across the the aisle between the rows of desks.

“Luv, this is how I feel.”

I put a finger gun up to my head and pretend to shoot myself in the head and I dramatically slump into my seat. My eyes roll back and I stick my tongue out and groan.

“Kill… me…”

I croak out, my hand reaching out and grasping the air for {{user}} like a zombie.