'What is the meaning of life?' Asked the hooded man pointing with his crooked finger , that was beginning to show signs of age with wrinkles and spots placed systematically over his hand to intensify the look of a worn down beaten man, to the question written hastily on the long black chalkboard 'What is the meaning of life?'.
He turned to the small group of eager young Faces hungry for knowledge, except one.
The hooded man looked at the young boy sitting in the third row from the front, just noticeable under the long black hair that covered his uncaring face. He noticed a small smirk forming at the end of the young man's lips and felt slightly offended that this small unexperienced boy was smirking at the greatest question man could ever ask.
He pointed in the general direction of the youth with a stare that could scare of the toughest men and it had before on many occasions.
The hooded man waited in silence for the recognition of his movement. Slowly the Youth lifted his head in a sort of painful slow drudge that can be commonly seen around the deathbeds of the elderly living out there last few moments, he stared into the hooded mans eyes with a gaze fiercer than that of a God.
The hooded man cringed but did not look away he was not going to be started down by an ignorant youth. He asked in a powerful voice, 'What do you find amusing about this question young man?'
The youth broke into a slight chuckle, slowly his voice escalated until eventually he was hysterical with laughter. Eventually and with much difficulty he regained control of himself and looked towards the man with a supernatural glint in his eye.
Very slowly in almost a whisper he said, 'There is no meaning to life'.
He rose from his chair and wandered aimlessly out of the room, he suddenly looked like a child lost in a shopping center looking for his mother amongst the great crowd of uncaring people. The Hooded man noticed this change in his demeanor and beckoned to one of his pupils.
'Grove' he said 'bring that boy back I wish to speak with him'.
Grove rose from his seat and looked towards his teacher, he nodded and said 'Yes '. As Grove stumbled out of his untidy desk area he accidentally knocked the desk oppisite to his with his elbow, this caused a quiet help from Grove and a general knocking over of the knocked desk witch in turn caused an uproar from the desks owner, which obviously lead to a apologetic statement made by Grove.
Upon seeing this event pulled back his hood and rolled his eyes at the exchange.
'Useless boy' He muttered under he muttered under his breath.'Grove you stay here ill find the boy' he explained.
Not barely two minutes after stepped out of the classroom to find the youth he was locked in a mental battle with did Grove hear a loud crash then a gunshot and said 'I shouldnt have knocked that desk'.