A Drabble Story, part 7

You can start the journey here, at part 1.

As he stood up in the power position, one-by-one his classmates became aware of him. The thick kid from off-planet towered over his peers and while they hunched over their tests, scrawling answers that easily came out of their heads, he stood over them, a pencil seemingly piercing his brain, blood drenching his sleeve, now and dripping off his middle finger. “Teacher?” he said in the small voice that big body was burdened to bear. The teacher adjusted her glasses and made a mark on her notepad. “You have two minutes,” she said and (after a sigh) she turned away.

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