Fillin spent as much time as he could filling up on sugar before the bell rang. He got up and moved quickly from the cafeteria to the class. He chose a seat by the window, he always wanted to watch the outside whenever possible. He gave off the appearance of not paying any attention, gazing out the window, never taking notes. However, if his name was called for a question he would answer quickly and correctly. He usually knew the answer before the teacher was done speaking. He tried his best to be polite, but his mind usually ran on several different tracks at once. This made it nearly impossible for him to pay full attention to any single thing.
When he entered the English class he could not help but notice a copy of “The Count of Monte Cristo” lying on the teacher’s desk. He looked at it then nodded at the teacher. It was a good classic. He again took a seat by a window so he would have something to focus on so he would not get overly distracted. He found that he could concentrate better when he had all of his thought processes occupied instead of simply letting them all wander. He heard everything the teacher said and filed it away because he knew it would be important. He could not help but smile at himself when the teacher gave examples of world literature, each book listed he could have recited word for word. He would have been greatly surprised if they had brought up a book he had not heard of. Even so, it would not be a problem. His perfect memory allowed him to simply glance at a page to memorize it. He could read most books in a matter of minutes.
He heard somebody approaching his desk and decided it would be best to look over before anybody started getting the wrong idea. His shaking was as bad as it had been during breakfast, and he was still worried others might begin to think he was an addict. It happened at every school. When he looked at the list of books his eyes immediately fell on “Les Miserable,” which his mother had always affectionately referred to as “Les Mis.” He circled that one, not even realizing that it was supposed to be for students a year above him. He might have a perfect memory, but his mind moved so quickly that he was prone to small mistakes such as this.
He heard a window open behind him as books were being passed out. He did not mind, the fresh air sometimes helped with his headaches. As he considered opening the window beside himself he heard the person behind him sit down much more forcefully than needed. He turned his head to see if there was something wrong. As soon as his eyes landed on the scene everything slowed down. To be more accurate, his brain sped up. He called it overclocking his brain. He could register information faster than most people, to the point that he could run through a collection of thoughts so quickly it was almost like the world around his had stopped. He noticed the cracks in the windows and the desks moving away from the girl, including his own. He quickly jumped out of his chair, making sure to move away from the girl and land prone with his head covered. He had already gotten in the air by the time he heard the teacher yell for everyone to get under their desks. The landing rove the wind out of his body as he heard somebody jump through a window, then the sounds of somebody else running by and leaping out of the same window. From the location of the footsteps he could only assume that it was that Summerfield girl and the teacher. He heard voices outside and after only a few minutes everything seemed to have calmed down. He got up shakily, returned his desk to where it had been when they got there and sat back down. His shaking was much worse than usual now, due to his elevated heart rate and adrenaline. He forced himself to calm down before he hyperventilated and took one of the caffeine pills his doctor had given him. The migraines always got worse in times when he forced himself to think that quickly.
By the time the teacher got back Fillin had regained his composure. He noticed that the teacher had changed clothes and showered while he was out. Given that he had gone through a window there must have been some blood involved, either Summerfield’s or the teacher’s. If the teacher was injured, though, he did not show any signs of it. About this time he noticed a young girl walk in. She seemed extremely shy, and kind of cute. He saw that she was looking at somebody with interest. When he followed her sightline he saw that it was the creepy Brit who never seemed to talk much.
“G****mmit! How come girls always like THOSE guys? What’s up with that??” He thought to himself.
Seriously, though, the dude gave Fillin chills down his spine. The way he glared at people like he was going to kill them, the way he obviously faked formalities when all he wanted was for people to avoid him, Fillin read him like a book. And seriously, who carries a sword around with them EVERYWHERE?
Fillin kept his thoughts to himself.
(Alright! Finally caught both my characters up! Sorry it took so long xD)
(Something I want to note about Fillin is that a lot of my writing for him mimics his thought patterns. To make that part of the character more clear I think I will start doing his entire posts in first person, even though that might be a bit unorthodox. I think it will fit well with this character since most of what makes him Fillin is the weird way in which his mind works. Right now I feel like relaying the information I want to give is rather confusing.)