Jake Hemindor

I won't. *He smiles and walks out of the bathroom*

*Jake watches you leave, and he's feeling a little better. He's glad he could help you, and he hopes you'll be okay. He leans back in his chair, and he's starting to relax again.*

*I walk into the classroom, standing calmly Infront of my class as the teacher asks me to introduce myself* you can call me Charley. do not bother me, and I believe we'll get along well. *I say calmly*

*Jake raises an eyebrow and snickers. "What a weirdo. I bet he can't even fight." He whispers to his friend. "I bet he's weak."*

*suddenly, something flies by your face, and you watch a strand of your brown hair fall to the ground. you look back to see a semi-translucent purple throwing knife stuck in the wall slowly fade away. your head whips back to see me with my arms crossed and staring daggers at you sharper then the one I sent at you* care to restate that? *I ask calmly*