Flipper walked down the school hall, doing what he was known for: flipping pens in his fingers. Some kids sneered at him in jealousy; some gazed at him in awe. It didn't matter to Flipper; he just wanted to flip his pens.
One day, Mr. Boringbones had had enough of Flipper's flipping. He stood outside his classroom door, and when the talented student walked by, flipping his pens, Mr. Boringbones snatched them from the air and pocketed them. "That's enough flipping Mr. Flop. Class is about to start, please have a seat. You can have your pens back at the end of the day."
Flipper stood unmoving, emotionless, as Mr. Boringbones spoke. Sweat began dripping down the teacher's neck as Flipper remained silent and still. Just as Mr. Boringbones began to address the student again, Flipper swiftly grabbed the teacher and flipped him over. He spun so fast that the pens flew out of his pocket, which Flipper snatched back out from the air, and proceeded on his way to the student lounge as Mr. Boringbones landed with a thud on his head.
After the students witnessed this, they threw their books and papers into the air, then followed Flipper to the lounge, gushing on about how cool he was, and then surrounded him on the couch as he continued flipping. Over the days that followed, every student at school started flipping pens themselves, and it became a ritual to flip Mr. Boringbones as you entered his classroom.
When Mr. Boringbones approached the principal about constantly being flipped before class, Principal Chill rolled his eyes and reminded him that this was part of his contract. Principal Chill, looked at his watch and realized he had to be somewhere, so he grabbed his skateboard and departed the office, flipping Mr. Boringbones on the way out while simultaneously reminding him to return to his classroom. With a sigh, Mr. Boringbones stood up and did as he was told, reminding himself not to take student's pens anymore.
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