Gabriel opened the door to his History class. Of course Gabriel wasn’t trying to be quiet nor did he look sorry for being late. He stepped into the classroom scanning the group of his new classmates... And someone was in his seat, How was he going to fall asleep in class or somehow pull pranks on this unsuspecting man if he was stuck in the front row? “Yo’, Seth” He smirked greeting the teacher purposely using only his first name. Many would say it had been disrespectful, He just wanted to see how much he could get away in this class. It was always good to know your limits, so that you can push them later.

He sat down at the desk in the front row near the door not trying to minimize the noise he was making at all. ‘Now, are there any history fans out there?’ Gabe raised a eyebrow at his teachers’ words. Was there such a thing as a ‘History fan?’
He was dress his he normally dressed, in a black t-shirt that read ‘Role Model’ in white across the front and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and beat up skateshoes. His dark brown hair was all spiked in different directions. He messed with the black wrist band that was wrapped around his wrist. He just sat there slouched in his seat watching his teacher, a look in his eyes that was almost begging that this Mr. Peterson guy would break a fuse and give the class something more interesting to watch... after all he had been pretty obnoxious.

True Gabriel Fischer was a bit of a trouble maker, and most people knew it. He didn’t really mean anything by his snide remarks, He just wanted to have some fun. For him making people angry was considered fun.