[center][h3][color=black][b]Micah[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

Micah watched as several of the students already began chatting away with each other, paying absolutely no heed to that Payton at the head of the room.  One girl sitting near the window seemed like she wanted to leap through it.  Micah couldn't blame her. It was his first day in this place and his father had said nothing but, "Here you go, son" as he had remotely opened up the passenger door of his modern bright yellow Delorean and made a shooing gesture with his hand.  Just when Micah had exited out in front of the school, his dad followed up with:  "If you need anything, the school will call.  You're nearly a man now, Micah.  Act like one."  

As with all authority, Micah blew this off with his trademarked "Whatever" and an eye roll.  He mimicked the motion now, staring well over this other girl's head out aforementioned window all glassy-eyed and daydreaming.  What he wouldn't give for just one more episode of Game of Thrones.  Watching dwarven kings and queens bang was far more entertaining than some putz trying to reform them.  One look at the room's occupants told Micah that nearly everybody here would win a battle of will with Mister Glossy Professor over there.  Putzy himself still hadn't said much since he wrote the rules up on the board which struck Micah as odd.  A normal teacher would have hushed his "students" down by now.  Micah smirked.  "Laid back" huh?  Excellent....