(Aw it's goodVictor pretended to take notes during class, but in reality he was simply writing his poem, carefully writing out line after line. This was going to be a long one. He always started with the title, choosing "The Killers", and began writing about instincts of predators, starting first with the eagle, then the raccoon. He kept on with the predatory instinct line for twelve lines, then started a new stanza, the first stanza:
"Cruel of heart, killer by nature,
Beasts, bloodthirsty and vile.
If only one would care to destroy the mask,
Then only would his observations be worthwhile.
Beneath it is love, and care for young ones,
Not darkness and murder that one expects,
But the mask we put on them,
Makes them monsters, which we accept."
(I'm not the best poet lol, but I had to try something. Plz apologize my poor poetry, Victor would be disappointed at this.)

Lucy looked up from her note taking to glance at his. Only, there weren't notes. She caught only the title then quickly averted her eyes, assuming he was doing something personal. Shifting slightly in her seat, she returned her gaze to the teacher but her thoughts were far from there.