Henry
Henry touched his fingers to the bottom of his hand and rubbed them around, feeling the blood. His smile was now small, almost a smirk. With his good hand he picked up his paper he had written earlier about 'proper class conduct' and held it up in the air. "Oh yeah, miss teacher! I finished my paper." he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He opened his hand and gazed at his palm. "Am i forgiven?" he asked with a quiet voice.
Henry touched his fingers to the bottom of his hand and rubbed them around, feeling the blood. His smile was now small, almost a smirk. With his good hand he picked up his paper he had written earlier about 'proper class conduct' and held it up in the air. "Oh yeah, miss teacher! I finished my paper." he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He opened his hand and gazed at his palm. "Am i forgiven?" he asked with a quiet voice.
(x3 sorry i tried to make that sound creepy.)
























