School is a Comic Book.

If you were reading my other post, this is the first poem I've ever written, School is a Comic Book.
This poem is actually based upon one of my classes. The villian is obviously our teacher, who I shall not name, and the hero is one of my peers. When this was read in class, a lot of my guy friends asked who the hero was. Most of them thought it was the guy I liked, who, will stay unnamed. But really, it was about all of them, sortof like....combined. That's what made them so super.

School is a Comic Book

School is a Comic Book, with the cheesy super heroes and over-dramatic villians. We are the innocent citizens, who are in the villian's lair, doing everything she commands. We are quiet, afraid, bored. There is only one hope to this isane silence - the Class Clown. There is always that one person who is always willing to break the rules and risk everything - our hero. The hero uses its secret weapon - the deadly fake fart. The evil villian turns around and screams. She is using the ultimate threat and her secret weapo: sending out hero to the office. Everyone was entertained, the hero had saved them, but now, when the hero is risking their school reocord, everyone ceases in their laughter and fun, and instead worries about the hero. What can he do when the villian has threatened him with the most cruel and odd punishment for "no absolute reason"? The villian is not happy, and definatley not entertained. She slams her hand on the desk with aggressivenes, but the hero still doesn't care...he is ready for anything. He has thought of all the smart phrases in his head; and we all know that the villian has been defeated, but she refuses to back down. So, she finally uses her weapon - the hero is sent to the office, to the "head honco" himself. The hero leaves silently, and although the villian thinks that she has won, the hero has actually won this round all along. And although we are not applauding, we are celebrating inside. The hero has saved us.
....And then we go back. To sitting down, listening to the villian go on and on. We are quiet, afraid, bored.