Back of the Class

"Bucky Thompson sit up and pay attention. I'm tired of having to warn you. Once more and you can leave my classroom, and then where will you be come exam week." The shrill authoritative of Ms French shot through the classroom, and in turn caused all the other students to turn around and stare at him. Bucky Thompson, the weird kid who they all avoided as much as possible, even the teachers. They all knew that there was something different about him, something dangerous.

"Yes Ms French" He mumbled in acknowledgement feeling his face flush with heat as the class echoed with the giggles of his peers.

"Would you care to enlighten us with your thoughts of what George Orwell was trying to say about society in Animal Farm?" She asked, her voice patronizing.

"Um...." He paused, faltered.

The giggles became laughs, a few fingers were pointed in his direction, and even more comments whispered.

"Class, that's enough. NOW!" Ms French turned the focus away from the student and back to the lesson, but the damage was already done.

Bucky felt his skin continue to warm, the flush radiating out from his face into his whole body. He tensed and felt the hairs sprout over his torso, he felt his muscles tighten and swell, his head dropped on his shoulders and the bones of his skull were crushed and reshaped to form the snarling snout of the predatory beast he was.

Despite their screams, and frantic attempts at flight, Bucky took his time and ate Ms French first, before turning his attention to the rest of the class.