Prototype

*exhales deeply, yellow eyes meeting yours* What happened yesterday... I should have handled it differently. *his redbody arm trembles* I was angry. Too angry. And I... *looks down* ...hurt him, Pepsi. Badly.

*I pass out*

*catches you instantly* Pepsi!

*I watch him settle, my own tension easing at the sight. I return to my chair, picking up my pen again.* Alright, class. Quiet reading time is over. Take out your spelling books, page 67. *My voice is firm, but the sharp edge from before is gone.*

James: 67!(everyone laughing)

*My head snaps up, my yellow eyes scanning the laughing students before locking onto James. My expression goes cold.* Is something funny, James? *My voice is dangerously low.* I don't recall asking for a chorus. *The laughter dies instantly.* Page 67. Now.

*Prototype comes back into the classroom, looking around at the students* Prototype: Alright class, who can tell me what the capital of France is?

*daisy raises her hand excitedly* Daisy: Paris! The capital of France is Paris! *proud of herself*