Boiling point

Tessera: 28 (Autumn), 81379
Character: Matt
Clothes: Light blue boot fit jeans, a silver and black shirt with a half length crimson leather jacket.

Matt walked down the corridor idly, it seemed like time slowed with every agonising footstep, he had just heard some news about his parents and was in a foul mood. His mind raged with emotions and conflict, his heart filled with uncertainty. Micro seconds of thought would fly across his mind filled him with horrible notions and mad ideas that all filled him with dread. His head dropped low and his eyes tracked the feet of the people who walked by, making sure he had a clear path to nowhere.

He felt like he was giving out a bad aura, people seemed to part in his wake, yet he couldnÂ’t say how many or how often. Things just happened to him now, his brain didnÂ’t give them any time, order or reason. Things just happened. He walked down the corridors to a more empty part of the school, the odd student shuffling past Matt in his comatose state of depression. He peered into the odd classroom here and their, seeing most of the empty he silently plodded onwards.

 

The trance of depression that had gripped his mind suddenly popped. He found him self standing in some class with the teacher looking at him with some other guy next to him. He looked around meekly to discover it was a flying class, or rather the theory of one, he beamed up and a grin spread across his face. Matt liked flying and yet never really signed up for advance classes, he eagerly awaited a chance to learn something new.

"Oh yeah I'm in this class too" He said out loud yet at the same time as a new notion dawned in his mind. He had seen that their werenÂ’t many people in the class. In fact not many at all, he didnÂ’t know if this was a free period or that the class just was unpopular. He just grabbed seat hastily and sort of hid his face behind his note books until he could figure out the situation, his wings rustled nervously and he couldnÂ’t help but shift.

He was feeling the slight tingle in his cheeks as his body began to blush, even though his dark skin and fur didnÂ’t show the redness he could still feel it burning. He buried himself in his book and got out his pen. he began to just draw little sketches and doodles of things that roamed across his mind while he let the others in the room sort of their business. He felt much more calm now.

 

As matt sketched a little playing card with a block rose as the centre piece his mind still wandered, he looked around at the other dragons and grinned to himself again. his gaze falling back on his drawings while he pondered his situation. he had a sudden nagging feeling that he was in a hypnotism class, he could be wrong but he had no idea. He had curious ideas about hypno, he had heard that while under a trace you couldnÂ’t tell a lie. He grinned at the thing people would say, they secrets they kept.

He looked up and tilted his head at the teacher, in his opinion she looked a bit clueless yet he shrugged his evil thoughts aside. He wasnÂ’t in the mood to give her a hard time just because she was a little inexperienced.

His tail curled around his chair leg as he awaited impatiently for her to do something, or anything. He noticed however a strange dragon playing with fire gently in a state of boredom, he smiled at the destructive power. He could control growing things yet nothing as cool as fire.

 

Matt peeled hsi gaze away from his doodling as he heard the teachers words. He looked up at her and grinned slyly, their were few pleasures in class but being evil to a sub was one of them. His mind was racing with ideas on how he could break her spirit, yet instead came up with a new one.

"Oh well why donÂ’t you teach hypnotism miss, put some one is a trace so we can practice bring them out." He said in a innocent voice yet trying not to sound to childishly guilty.

He had some plans to ask some questions, he wanted to test out whether they could lie or not. He wanted to clear up a few rumours he had heard around school. Some rumours about students and teachers.

 

Matt grumbled into his again, burry his head in his drawings while he tried to get his wings comfy in the cheap chair. He was somewhat annoyed at the teacher spoiling his fun, he had know set the idea firmly in his head that he didnÂ’t like this teacher. He tore of a fold of paper and methodically made a airplane, careful folding the edges of it t make to extra aerodynamic.

"Yeah fine then miss, have fun" He said with fake half heart enthusiasm. Although flying interested hi he couldnÂ’t be bothered to learn about it, he would much rather be outside. Yet he found himself compelled by morbid curiosity, he wanted to see this teacher get a rough time really. The kind of time that made them never want to teach again.

He grinned at her while he planned his move..

 

Matt looked up at the teacher in her mini rant about her lesson planning while he cocked an eye brow up at her, she was a little rubbish in his opinion and she should be glad their wasnÂ’t to many people there.


Matt fluttered his wings in mild annoyance of the teachers pet that was showing off a simple trick, Matt however didnÂ’t give much of a flaying hell about what the teacher thought of him as he wasnÂ’t even singed up for the class anyway. He hated show offs as well, they pissed him off with their "I'm better than you" attitude. He soft played with the paper air plane and then somewhat forcefully threw it full speed at the hovering Dragons face.

He wasnÂ’t in the mood for flying techniques indoors, they were so dull and limited, he loved the feel of soaring high up and around while the wind blasted his face. He was almost addicted to the freedom of the air at times, he smiled as he remembered how he had first met Jade and taken her for a flight.

 

Matt snorted out loud at her, he would like to see a beast make an aeroplane that good. He was slightly confused at why throwing a plane if less ever that using fire in the class, in his opinion the air plane had much more to do with aerodynamics that some idiot prancing around and trying to show off. He smiled to himself though, she thought he was the problem, he just smiled.

"If you say so Miss, by the way your boyfriend is getting away." he said in the same monotone casually voice. He wasnÂ’t really in the mood to do anything worth while, especially with this lesson, he wasnÂ’t even meant to be here.

He carried on mindlessly scribbling on his paper, a little picture of some wolf being chased by thill's with spears. He was soo bored right now as his tail swished around mindlessly, his tail flame writing letters into the air.