John stared at the girl in front of him in class. Her brown hair was scruffy and her clothes torn. He had always wondered how her parents could let her come to school in such a condition. "Tick tock, tick tock," the girl muttered. John could now clearly see that she was holding a pocket watch up to her face, staring at it. "Seven. Seven. Seven." A look of confusion came over John's face. He had never really listened to the girl properly and just assumed she was one of those kids who just constantly talk in the classroom. "Time. I need more time. We all need more time. There is only one way to get more time," she murmured. 
The teacher started to hand out some sheets. When he passed by the girl, he spoke. "Natalie," he began. She didn't move. "Natalie, you must do your work today or you'll be sent to the head teacher's office." Her body started to shake a bit, as if she was about to scream with fear. The teacher sighed and placed a piece of paper on her desk. "I'm going to give you a note to give to your parents. Make sure you give it to them, okay?" he said. Nothing. She didn't do anything. 
Natalie's body started to shake a bit more and the grip around her clock tightened. "I need more time. I deserve more time than anybody else. Everybody else wastes their time with pointless things. I know how to use my time correctly," she said under her breath. The girl started to frighten John, her behavior was strange. He had never seen anything like it. John extended the arm and tapped her on the shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked. She stopped shaking. Her body turned partially and she moved her head. Natalie was staring directly at him. "You want more time, too?" she asked. A large grin stretched across her face. "Why are you asking ME for more time? I don't have any to spare! I need all the time I can get!" she shouted. The class stared at her. 

"Natalie, calm down. That's enough," the teacher said firmly. "We need to book you an emergency doctors appointment. This behavior is not normal," he added. Her grin stretched wider and she started to shake again. She faced the teacher. "You're just simply going to walk up to them, the ones with all the power, and ask for more time? Ha! You amuse me. To get more time, you have to work for it," she yelled. The girl was on the verge of screaming. "To get more time," she started. "You need to borrow it from others. Not the great ones, no no. But from others like us. Us simpletons who can't even comprehend the concept of the mighty ones," she screamed. 

Natalie turned back to John. "Seven," she said. He cocked his backwards, but Natalie got in front of his desk and put her nose to his. "I need seven," she told him. "You have seven. You have what I need. I deserve it more than you." Natalie grabbed the closet pair of scissors and closet pencil. "I want it. I need it. Seven," she muttered under her breath. She attempted to attack him with scissors and the pencil. She stabbed the pencil into his arm and cut him with scissors. The boy screamed. The teacher was mortified. He gently, but securely, grabbed both of Natalie's arms and held them behind her back. "Seven. Seven. I need it, let me have it you idiot swine!" she screamed it at the top of her voice. The teacher told one of his students to use his phone to call the police.