it was an irritating monday morning, although it didn’t help that scara was throwing paper planes around the classroom and just being loud. louder than usual at least

no one wanted to stand up to him because of his father.. he was a very powerful man. but at that point you just wanted to tell him to “shut up!” so you did..

“don’t tell me what to do”

he yelled back

but just as you ordered he went back into his seat and didn’t make a sound. he quietly did his work