The Ring of Time
This chucklehead has to pay. In your "previous life", you more than likely would be forced to take a comment like that in the shorts and move reluctantly on as an apparent loser, unable to provide a comeback against such a new foe. However, THESE days you don't plan on taking it anymore.
As the resultant mirth from that guy's slam begins to fade, you throw your arms back and jerk your frame wildly in his direction with your eyes as wide as saucers, saying loudly, "Boo!" You quickly freeze time as your plan begins to materialize. You make your way to the teacher's desk and remove a large pair of apparently iron scissors from her top drawer.
Looking back to where you were, you see a transparent figure of yourself, with the clear expression of the word "Boo" on your face. Apparently, it is some sort of cosmic "marker" to let yourself know where you had last been so as not to throw anyone off. It's amazing that you hadn't noticed it before.
Making your way to the verbal assailant, and climbing over several of his friends in the process, you painstakingly cut all his clothes off of him (without making so much as a scratch on his skin). Every high school kid's worst nightmare is about to come true for this jerk. Leaving the school only long enough to deposit the shreds of his clothing in the dumpster out back, you return to the classroom, leaving the scissors where you'd first found them before returning to your stance to unfreeze time.
Within seconds, the entire room is apprised of the new development as the mortified teen stares aghast and unbelieving at this sudden change. "DARREN!" the teacher almost screams. "You put your clothes back on this very instant!!" You silently thank God for utterly clueless high school teachers as she watches Darren with disgust, his arms unsuccessfully trying to hide his nakedness, as he quickly flees the room.
The rest of the not-so-clueless students turn their shocked, yet utterly amused faces to you. A girl that looks like she's been the brunt of more than one cruel taunt, pats your shoulder from a chair beside you. "Nice one," she says with a wink.
The bell rings before any other students can introduce themselves and you leave the room to more than a few hearty back-slaps from some obviously entertained fans. A glance at your schedule reveals that your first period is English class. This could be fun after all...
As the resultant mirth from that guy's slam begins to fade, you throw your arms back and jerk your frame wildly in his direction with your eyes as wide as saucers, saying loudly, "Boo!" You quickly freeze time as your plan begins to materialize. You make your way to the teacher's desk and remove a large pair of apparently iron scissors from her top drawer.
Looking back to where you were, you see a transparent figure of yourself, with the clear expression of the word "Boo" on your face. Apparently, it is some sort of cosmic "marker" to let yourself know where you had last been so as not to throw anyone off. It's amazing that you hadn't noticed it before.
Making your way to the verbal assailant, and climbing over several of his friends in the process, you painstakingly cut all his clothes off of him (without making so much as a scratch on his skin). Every high school kid's worst nightmare is about to come true for this jerk. Leaving the school only long enough to deposit the shreds of his clothing in the dumpster out back, you return to the classroom, leaving the scissors where you'd first found them before returning to your stance to unfreeze time.
Within seconds, the entire room is apprised of the new development as the mortified teen stares aghast and unbelieving at this sudden change. "DARREN!" the teacher almost screams. "You put your clothes back on this very instant!!" You silently thank God for utterly clueless high school teachers as she watches Darren with disgust, his arms unsuccessfully trying to hide his nakedness, as he quickly flees the room.
The rest of the not-so-clueless students turn their shocked, yet utterly amused faces to you. A girl that looks like she's been the brunt of more than one cruel taunt, pats your shoulder from a chair beside you. "Nice one," she says with a wink.
The bell rings before any other students can introduce themselves and you leave the room to more than a few hearty back-slaps from some obviously entertained fans. A glance at your schedule reveals that your first period is English class. This could be fun after all...