"Enough..."

Kieth rested her head against the cold desk as the professor continued to fight for the attention of her students. The thylacine held her hands, knitted fingers, over her ears, grumbling about hating everything about this miserable duration of fourty-five minutes.

Someone would say something and get rallied by immature remarks on purpose - a huge clique and she was right in the middle, except if she walked out of this one? She'd be serving detention.

"Nnn... enough, please... let her teach..."

Veins in her neck bulged as the laughs and the shouting of her peers went on, nails digging into her scalp. Frustrated. She did remember that emotion. That and the insatiable urge to throw her desk and scream.

That's when things went dark. Her nails lengthened, and the class was brought to an abrupt, confused stop as a loud riiiiiiiiip filled the room. That one nerdy thylacine in the back who always drew shit on her assignments and answered every question correctly while calling everyone else out on being retarded? Yeah. She was standing up.

And half of her face was hanging off like a mask, before dripping out of existence like water on a frying pan.

The robot under that skin showed off her shrunken pupils and her gear-locked teeth in a heaving series of breaths. She was -pissed-.

"I. SAID. ENOUGH!" She screamed, her voice so shrill the people of the class were on their knees, as if nails on a chalkboard had bred a gay lovebaby with firealarm. "WHY NOT LET THIS FUCKING LADY DO WHAT THE SHIT SHE GETS PAID TO DO?! ARE YOUR JOKES REALLY THAT IMPORTANT? ARE THEEEEEY? SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU STOP SINGING IN CLASS, YOU STOP THROWING YOUR FUCKING PAPER BALLS, YOU QUIT ASKING WHAT SEX IS, YOU STOP... YOU... AND YOU!" And this went on until every single pupil aside from those she deemed unworthy had received a nice, sharp yelling-at.

When she was done, the robot sat back in her seat. And slowly Kieth reappeared. As if she'd never been missing. The thylacine perked her head, quietly pondering why, when a detention slip was placed on her desk by the startled professor.

"... god dammit, Txin..."

[ I hate my US & Global History class so, so much. I seriously hope they all face -- ... misfortune... *ahem* and can see the errors in their ways sohelpthemGODBEFOREIDO. ... >_>; ]

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