"Ah...ah..."

Francis went limp. He fainted.

He yelped when that kick found it's place.

He stammered again.

"Everyone is my superior! I am scum! Please stop!"

As he hit the ground, he stammered without raising his head.

"You!"

Francis screamed. Loudly. Probably enough to wake the entire school.

Suprisingly, and quite luckily, Francis actually didn't get slashed THAT badly. He backed away even more, and though it did hit him a little, it mostly slashed his shirt. He started scooting away and away, until he hit the wall.

"Ah!"

Francis actually shrieked.

He stammered.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Ahh-ur..."

Francis stumbled back away from her, and tripped on a backpack, falling backwards.

Unfortunately for Kristey, the bottle of water was not there. It was coincidentally, in Francis's hand...

Francis stood there still stunned.

".......sorry."

Francis looked stunned. He still had his hand on his pencil. He stood up, and attempted to stab it into Kristey's back while she walked away.

Francis smashed into the floor at a weird angle. He shrieked.

"Is it too late to ask you to stop?"

His voice quivered, and his body trembled. Only a little though.

"Aggh! It must be all of the above!"

Francis gulped and winced more in pain.

"Aggh-ahh....none of the above?"

Francis winced in pain, and clenched his teeth.

"Aggh, Ye-Yes Ma'am."

"Ah...urrgh....um..."

His eyes shifted to the three fully functional pencils on his desk.

"I was only borrowing it......permanently.....without permission."