Grading tests fun! Not....(Dominic)

[professor julia slayton]

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Julia sighed as she picked up the next tests. She hated doing this...grading tests. She read the name and sighed, this student wasn't particularly a good one. Although he was a nice kid he struggled in her class. This was complete agony for her marking tests with her red pen. She hated to see her students fail at passing these things. She marked the first question wrong she let out a sigh. Thoughts kept going back to last night. As she expected the guy her sister set her up with was a jerk. During th middle of the meal he actually asked her if she was anorexic. She did kick him hard at that. "No." She recalled saying to him. "In fact I am not."

She put her pen down, set that test aside and reached for another one. This student was pretty bright, she doubted they flunked it. She smiled as she marked only 2 wrong. She reached for another one. "I'm sorry I just thought that..." She couldn't believe how rude that bastard was. "Yes you thought I was anorexic because I'm thin." She remembered saying that angrily then walking out on that loser. She shook her head deep in thought as she picked another one.

She couldn't take sitting for one more second. She stood up and went to her spare room which held all of her papers, files, and lesson plans. She crossed her arms looking for a particular folder. She removed her glasses from her face, it was a rare occasion for her to wear them but today her eyes were being funny with her. She sighed in frustration, she couldn't find her lesson plans for tomorrow. She turned and surfed the other shelf. She flow of relief rushed through her body when she found the folder with the correct date on it. She put her glasses back on, grabbed the folder and went out of the spare room.

She nearly dropped her papers when she saw Dominic standing by her desk. She walked over, hearing the click of her own high heels. Dominic Graves, she read his file but rarely had he stopped in to see her. This visit came as a surprise. She put her folder down and looked down at him. In truth this caused her to blush a bit. She hated it when she was taller than males. She cleared her throat. "Is everything alright Mr. Graves?" As a councilor this was the first thing she was supposed to say when a student came to her office. That or 'how are you doing'.

[dominic jasper graves]

People were so confusing. One reason Dominic tended to avoid them, they just confused him too much. He preferred watching them die and torturing them, it was much more fun than actually having to talk to them. Though he did like a few of them, like his sisters…and Bailey. Though he wasn’t sure why he liked Bailey, he just did. She reminded him of his sisters…which was just a little odd and kind of seemed a little bit wrong to him. But he wasn’t exactly normal or completely sane probably so it wasn’t really surprising.

He thought about how people confused him as he walked through the halls. He had forgotten the time a while ago, and he didn’t really care. He wasn’t going to get in trouble, what could they do to him? Put him in the games? He knew how they worked, and he was sure that he would be able to survive them if they tried to throw him in one of them. And detention was nothing, just something else to laugh about. A small sigh escaped him as he shoved his hands farther down into his pockets. He hated thinking this much, it was too confusing.

Glancing up from the ground for a few seconds he spotted someone. A teacher, Professor Slayton. He had seen her a few times, but not much more than that. He watched as she stood up and went over to another room inside of the room, before he decided to walk in himself. Taking a step inside, he quickly made his way up to her desk. His hands still shoved in his pockets. He didn’t know exactly why he had come in, he normally tried to avoid talking to people, but he tried not to think about it too much, he was already thinking too much as it was.

Oh crap. She was coming towards him now, he couldn’t run out if he decided he didn’t want to be in here after all anymore. He had to go through with it…whatever it was. he did have things he wouldn’t mind talking about, he just didn’t really like talking to people. ”I guess.” he shrugged when she asked him if everything was alright. Okay, so maybe it was a bit of a lie, he was confused and he didn’t really want to have to leave the school this year either. He loved the games, but they were starting to scare him…not technically the games themselves, but what they could possibly do to those that he cares about.

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[professor julia slayton]

She cleared her throat and sat in her chair. She looked at him, examined the way he moved. When a student told her everything was OK she always looked to make sure. "Hold on a minute." She said with a slight pause. She stood up and went into that room, she reached up for her planner which was on the top shelf naturally. She walked back in and took her seat. "Take a seat Mr. Graves." She said with a friendly smile. She wanted to know why this student was here.

She reached into her desk and took out a pen, it was a nice gold one her last boyfriend gave it to her. She hated the man but loved how the pen worked. She wrote down in the appropriate time slot that Dominic Graves came in to see her. She hummed a tune as she wrote and finally put the pen down and looked up at him.

"Mr. Graves," She started. "I'm the school councilor as you may know, most come to see me if they have problems at home, academically, or problems with other students." She stated. She noted his body language, he seemed almost uncomfortable. She removed her glasses which caused a piece of her short curly blonde hair to pop up. She hated when her hair did that.

"Now tell me how things are going for you." She said lightly. "Hmm, tell me your interests, your hobbies." She said with her gorgeous work of art which she calls her voice. "I don't believe you've ever come in to see me." That was the truth, she was curious about students, whenever they came in to see her she always noted what they said in her notebook. She raised her eyebrow waiting for an answer.

[dominic jasper graves]

Yeah, it seemed like he might actually have to talk to her now. Well, some of his professors had been telling him that he probably should see her, so maybe they had a reason behind saying that. Hearing her tell him to sit down, he took a seat, keeping his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He glances around a bit more, shifting a bit in the seat. Maybe he would be able to get away without talking too much…maybe. He normally managed to get away with it, somehow.

His attention returned to the professor as she wrote something down on a piece of paper. He felt a bit weird with her writing stuff down, knowing that it was probably dealing with him. But he always felt awkward, weird, or uncomfortable. He just wasn’t very good with being around people. He would much rather be in a room by himself watching people then actually having to interact with them. Well, most of the time anyway. He did like a little social interaction.

Dominic refrained himself from rolling his eyes as she spoke. Yeah, he was pretty sure he knew that, he wasn’t a complete idiot. It was his job to know everyone in the school and almost everything about them, including the teachers. That was what he was good at too, he just had to watch them or sneak info from them, or about them from other places. Though they were normally given a copy of all info on the students here, and they were almost all stored in the hideout. But yeah, he knew who she was, and he knew why most students came here, he just wasn’t sure why he had come here exactly.

He shrugged. ”Fine I guess.” Oh yeah, he had a crush on a girl who he was pretty sure was a drug addict, and was terrified that his parents would send his little sister here next year and he wouldn’t be here. ”I like playing drums.” And watching people die and watching them writher in pain and be tortured. That wouldn’t make him sound crazy at all, would it? Though to be on the Execution Squad you had to be a bit insane, or at least like death. ”Don’t think so.” he shrugged. Dominic liked using as few words as possible; it normally took a while before he would open up a bit.

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[professor julia slayton]

She leaned over her desk and eyed him. He was uncomfortable. "Drums. So you like music?" She asked it was an obvious answer but getting him comfortable with talking with her was part of her job. "I myself enjoy music." She paused remembering to take note that Dominic Graves was a drummer. She leaned back to a normal position. Today she might have put on a bit too much perfume and she didn't want to give him a headache from it.

She put her glasses on her face. He had to enjoy more than that. Right? This one was obviously a shy one. She lowered her eyebrow in attempt to make him more comfortable. She checked her watch. She put her pen down and closed her notebook, she just realized taking notes wouldn't necessarily make him feel welcome.

She placed her hands in her lap and smiled. She had to be as pleasant as she could be. She crossed her legs trying to keep herself preoccupied "You must have more interests." She said with a friendly tone of voice. She wanted this to feel more like small talk rather than counseling. She waited for an answer. She looked him in the eyes, that usually made them speak. She placed her glasses on her face waiting patiently. She couldn't help but think about her own personal life. How much of a train wreck it is. She found it almost humorous that her life was falling apart and she was giving people advice. She liked to give advice though, she was better at that than counseling herself. It was also funny that people thought she was put together, she just wasn't for the whole weeping feel bad about yourself thing, that didn't mean she was completely put together. Hell her parents didn't give a shit about her, but she would never admit that to anyone.

[dominic jasper graves]

He really had to refrain from rolling his eyes this time. That was a bit obvious, why would he play drums if he hated music? That didn’t make sense. Of course he fucking loved music! ”Yep.” he nodded. One pointless question down at least, now he wondered how many more of them were left. Maybe he would figure out why he had actually decided to come in here as more pointless questions or comments would be said. So far he wasn’t getting anywhere with that idea though, but it hadn’t been that long, his theory could still turn out true.

Dominic was trying to look at just about anything but her. He preferred not looking at people, at least when he knew that they were looking at him. If no one was looking his way – which was normally the case - he was perfectly fine with staring at people, he did it all the time, but this was not that case. He couldn’t help but feel a little relieved when she closed the notebook, he didn’t exactly like people knowing much about him and if what he said was written down then it would be very easy for people to find it even if it was locked away or hidden. He would know, he was one of the people who normally looked for things like that.

He shrugged at her words. Yeah he did have more interests; looking at girls and killing people. Though he would rather not say the later, even though most of the teachers knew everyone who was on the squad, he still didn’t exactly like saying it out loud because you never knew who could be listening in on the conversation. Another reason he normally liked to just sit back and watch and stay quiet. ”Girls.” he shrugged, deciding to say one of his other interests. He liked watching and playing with his sisters also, but he only did those on the holidays and over summer break.

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