Ivan always had a love-hate relationship with teachers. On one hand, class bored him to no end. It was that mind-numbing kind of boring, the boring that would slowly kill your brain cells instead of teaching you and make you truly question if jumping out the window was really such a bad idea. Well-- he could fly, but that was besides the point! The point was it was tedious.
Despite such feelings, though, he always came early. In fact, he'd come quite a bit early and wait. Many would at first glance pass this as.. true dedication to the craft. But no, oh no. This was out of a love for making any teacher he had regret taking up the job in the first place through a series of pranks. Of course, Ivan didn't hate teachers. By all means, he loved them, and he especially loved making them spasm in horror over the spiders he'd put in their desk, or the goop he'd put in their chair, or the fake blood he'd squirt out in the middle of class... Ah, he loved his self-assigned job to ruin people's lives. So many good memories.
Now, he was fully aware if he pushed it he'd get suspended or worse, but he'd be reprimanded. Frankly, he couldn't care less. No one would miss him if he was disposed of, so why would he care about them? Fair trade, that was. These teachers had it coming for being so boring in his eyes, and he was going to prank them all, one by one.
The target today was his math teacher. He'd set up the perfect plan, really, and it involved squirrels. Oh, so many squirrels. If one listened they could hear the tiny squeaks and scraping noises in the box he'd brought. Actually collecting the little critters had been difficult, and there were at least a few scratches on him- but hey, he'd done it.
Squirrels weren't the entire plan, though- he had some slime as well, a few streamers.. things were going to be really interesting this class. He felt he could genuinely get away with it, too, provided he wasn't interrupted.
Despite such feelings, though, he always came early. In fact, he'd come quite a bit early and wait. Many would at first glance pass this as.. true dedication to the craft. But no, oh no. This was out of a love for making any teacher he had regret taking up the job in the first place through a series of pranks. Of course, Ivan didn't hate teachers. By all means, he loved them, and he especially loved making them spasm in horror over the spiders he'd put in their desk, or the goop he'd put in their chair, or the fake blood he'd squirt out in the middle of class... Ah, he loved his self-assigned job to ruin people's lives. So many good memories.
Now, he was fully aware if he pushed it he'd get suspended or worse, but he'd be reprimanded. Frankly, he couldn't care less. No one would miss him if he was disposed of, so why would he care about them? Fair trade, that was. These teachers had it coming for being so boring in his eyes, and he was going to prank them all, one by one.
The target today was his math teacher. He'd set up the perfect plan, really, and it involved squirrels. Oh, so many squirrels. If one listened they could hear the tiny squeaks and scraping noises in the box he'd brought. Actually collecting the little critters had been difficult, and there were at least a few scratches on him- but hey, he'd done it.
Squirrels weren't the entire plan, though- he had some slime as well, a few streamers.. things were going to be really interesting this class. He felt he could genuinely get away with it, too, provided he wasn't interrupted.
