[color=thistle][h2]Victory?[/h2][/color]
[b][color=thistle]"Heh heh heh..."[/color][/b] He laughed to himself, [b][color=thistle]"Success."[/color][/b]

Another day, another victory. He'd had his teacher dancing in the palm of his hand all morning. It hadn't been anything extraordinary by his standards but it was important to keep up the attack to increase effectiveness. He'd learnt this over several years starting from his first year of school when he was 6, when he'd first learnt how to hate someone properly. But it was thanks to this that he had no friends, all his time was taken up hating people.

He told himself he couldn't help it, and that was mostly true. As soon as he saw someone he'd make a judgement, when they first opened their mouth he'd make another, and by the time they'd sat down he'd already made u[ his mind whether he didn't like them or he didn't mind them. It was a bad habit and he knew that, but it was kind of hard not to do it when people kept proving him correct.

[b][color=thistle]"Whatever, maths next."[/color][/b]