GhostFire13

"Mr. Alexander J. Mercer. Why are you sleeping in my class?" The droning voice of my history teacher, Kratos is impeccable at targeting me. I shifted a little to my right so that the muscular and bald historian is in full view. I must have smirked at him because I can see him wince and realised that it was the most terrible idea to wake me up. "Well..." I replied while proceeding to sit straighter and pulling back my hood to reveal my ice blue eyes. "I have no idea, Kratos." Kratos sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's Mr. Kratos, Alexander." "Really? Then I'm Alex, Mr. Kratos. Not 'Alexander'." "You're going to detention, Alex

Pewds: Don't be a salad! But be the best god damn broccoli you could ever be!     ~the end... 😁😁😁😁😁