*Logan's POV*

Quiet.

Silence.

A void of susurrus and distractions.

Comforting numbness, separated and apart from my other, less intellectually inclined peers.

I was content.

I had been trying to elucidate myself for approximately 2 hours on a personalized topic about the infinite amorphous shape of our deep space, sans from the ennui education system that I am attending currently, finding that their lackluster studies to be of any assistance nor interest to me.

I sighed, dishearteningly, as I arose from my place and went in acrimony to the meek selection of deep space texts.

I grabbed the next cavalier novel from the sparce shelf, void of books, skimming into it before affirmatively returning to my chair when I finally found a scintillating part.

I was really getting into a good section of the novel, before glancing upwards when I heard incisive, but mellifluous humming resonating from the outreaches of the walls of the library.

It was a teenager, estimated to be approximately my height, and wearing headphones that incompased his ears entirely. He was humming something from The Music man, originally a novel that was then transposed into a theatric performance on Broadway in 1957.

'Exquisite choice.' I thought, as I cleared my head, going back to my studies.

Returning my focus back to my text, I deciphered the cognet text.

I had gotten midway through the page, when I started hearing a fiasco of cacophony sounding through the hall, misplacing my location in my extensive studies. I decided to deviate from my exclusive studies for the moment and go investigate the causes of the ruckus, my sole intent and purpose to get these heathens to capulate and settle this conundrum quietly.

When I arrived at the source of the superfluous chaos; however, I saw quite an atrocity.

A sycohant and a slubberdegullion ganging up on a tenuous, how do they say, emo. A Quintessential of a bully versus the meek.

Attempting to step in apply a negative Ramification to their inexcusable and indelicate behavior, I proceeded to move towards them, only to have my optical fiber glasses so precariously knocked off of my cranium.

I serched for them, rapidly obtaining them and realligning them in their propper positioning once I had them in my grasp.

When I did, I was obfuscate.

Said heathens were nonchalantly on the floor with injuries on them.

The emo also had injuries, as his nasal cavity region was gushing blood, most definitely a broken navical bone.

And I also saw someone else just standing there, as they withheld their hand to their chest, wincing, most likely the result of attacking the slubberdegullion and his sycophant. They were wearing a light baby blue textile while displaying a cardigan atop his scapula.

'Did he wallop those heathens by his lonesome?' I thought, as I walked over to him.

"Here." I said, as I pinched a nerve in his hand, making it as comfortably numb as I was earlier today.

"Whoa! How'd you do that?" He asked, his eyes lighting up like a water and sodium chemical reaction.

"Pressure point." I said, as I looked into his eyes, and from the information gathered, assumed that he wasn't as intellectual as I; therefore, I lowered my speech capacity and my intensive vocabulary so that he might have a reasonable comprehensive understanding of what I'm explaining.

"Wow!" He said, very emotionally positive. It was similar to how radioactivity dosen't dissipate in the atmosphere, his happiness filled the proximal air, circumferencing me in a rigid hold.

I nodded in response, as I observed a quintessential of a flamboyant, prince type bound around the corner.

"Huh." Was all he said, sounding disappointed, assumedly in the fact that he did not achieve his attempt to preform as the hero.

The catrophy of clicking heels filled in my ears, comprehending how this situation would look, I attempted to evacuate, with no success.

"What on God's green earth happened here? Detention, all of you." She said, as she turned away from the sight of blood.

Suddenly, the male with headphones I identified earlier turned the corner as well, as he opened his orbicals to observe what happened. He turned around hastily, as he tried to flee, but to no avail. The principal had noticed him.

"You too, young man! For that awful humming!" She screeched, before she left, her heals clicking on the tile.

I gulped, as I thought about the significant perrel I could succumb to if my parental figures found about this.

Why did I have to go investigate?
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Greetings!

So, just an FYI...

I will not be talking like this all the time.
Chapters would never come out and I just....
I spent forever looking up the words and definitions.

Speaking of, here's a few for you.
The rest you have to look up.

Good luck.

Bye!
Love, duck.

Obfuscate - to confuse
Scintillating - something facinating or brilliantly clever
Quintessential - typical example of a particular person or characteristic
Sycophants - person who tries to gain attention from powerful people
Slubberdegullion- dirty, slobbering oaf of a human
Susurrus - quiet soothing noises (whispering, humming, murmuring)
Cogent -  well reasoned, logical