Desperate Ritual

Anyways, this is going to be my second pasta. Not much of an idea on how long this should be, but I hope it will be fine as always. I do hope my pasta qualities can rise as I write more. '''I hope for more attention and I need your precious response and comments so I can improve them. Thanks!'''

Oh, and "Cornered" seems to be a stupid title, and I think you can give me a better one. "Now, we are talking about fault lines. How does tensional force cause rift valleys? Remember this, students, I am now drawing an annotated diagram on this..." It is always now the same old, plain, boring, stupid, meaningless, no good, terrible, horrible, nauseating Geography class at school. I am dozing off on my chair, while the classmate next to me is eating gum and the guy behind me is doing Science homework.

Morons, they should get a sleep. Especially during the lesson, right after lunch hours.

"Now, let this guy over here answer the question. What is a block mountain?" The teacher sways his head across his neck, before pointing at me.

Blast it, I cursed silently. Before the teacher turned a blank eye at me, and ordered me to stand up. At my seat. In the corridor. Right next to the Principal's office.

I know this is a horrible, terrible, stupid, no good, unlucky, daunting, and plain freaking bad day I've got. Especially when the Principal walked by the office and looked at me curiously, and classmates whooping at me.

But I have no idea on how bad the day will go worse on.