Am I so transparent that you can see through me with one glance?
I sit in front of the classroom just to spite you. I stay quiet while my classmates participate in mindless chatter. I do not participate in such useless conversation. Then you walk into the room with your obnoxious bumble bee robes. The room is silenced immediately. Then you continue to call roll. When you get to me, your twinkle dims a little, your smile becomes strained .
You fear me. Fear what I can do . I despise you with every fiber of me being. You useless old man. You have all that power as it pains me to admit , yet you do nothing with it. You disgust me. But none of my thoughts show on my face it remains impassive. But you know what I am thinking. Class continues on as if nothing happened.