Class.
Student sat slumped in seats. Eyes drifted from side to side, wandering for purpose. Tricks sparked under tables. Idle minds meddled with the array of abilities. Hands materialized into rocky substances for some, while others faded slightly only to re-materialize. Every on and off switch was being flicked, and from the surveyors eye it couldn't be more intriguing. What most of the students forgot in their quest for enjoyment were each other...for the most part.
Some took their attributes for ways of new forms of talking. Silly hand signals, and flirtatious displays of skills kept some of the class unfocused. The professor seemed not to mind. Instead of interject, there was a certain displeasure on her face that sent the message much louder than an angry scream. Most seemed to heed the look, but when her back turned to the board a few went back to their antics.
Usually, the time would go faster. The clock seemed to be motionless, and every tick separated by infinite. Restlessness was the key word to summarize the moment. No one wanted to be stuck in a class all day.
Although some preferred to see the very experience at Cullen Institute as one-big-lock-down, nobody at this moment rather be in the class. Only 3 minutes were left, and the lecture wasn't getting anymore interesting. Basically, they were ready to blow the roof off. One of the students even made a yearnful gaze at the nearby window as though she might jump through at any second.
Nothing about this was a laughing matter...well, except to one sap. A light snicker escaped a childish smile in the back of the class. Recline in his seat, the young man could do nothing but cover his mouth, as the inappropriate chuckle could do nothing but get him trouble. All the dismal faces, antics and disdain added up for a humorous scene from his director seat at the rear of the classroom. Everyone next to him pondered with raised eyebrows. Who laughed in the last 3 minutes of hell? Who?
"Nuro, shuttup," One whispered. The length of the mutant's tongue was almost disturbing as he spoke, yet a week had passed and Nuro had taken the unusual with the usual. All those shocking moments were reserved for powers were actually shown...which had been rare.
In spite of all the testerone that roamed the campus, few children meddled endlessly in their powers as he had expected. A lot rather move speedily than lightning-fast, or open doors instead of tear them apart. Noru had thought he was coming to an action-movie set or something, and all he got was a bunch of kids looking sad because a few minutes were going by too slow.
It was funny to him.
Before another hush could shut-down his laugh the class was let go. Folks dashed at the door like the fire alarm had been set off, allowing his restraint to let free. The laugh was loud, and proud as he gathered up his things and headed out. Nuro's headphones dangled at his neck as he shook his head knowingly. The sounds of Outkast ticked cooly in his ears. A jovial salute sent to his professor, and smooth gait set him free to the land of busy.
The hallways bustled with life. Faces of all kinds, some even feline, passed in bundles. Groups formed abound, while discussion roared about recent happenings. The events had become repetitive, but no less entertaining.
Nuro could do nothing less than smile. Another good day to mark on his schedule. Messenger bag wrapped over his opposite shoulder, he trekked through with a book in hand. The next class was about 2 hours away from what he saw on his Armitron, so he had time to waste.
Now, who to waste it on?
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