I'm looking right at you
Wondering if I can trust you..
"Hey," You look at me with your hand outstretched.

And just then,
I'm imagining you smiling
Your hand outstretched, waiting for my own hand to complete the transaction..

But something's not right
Your smile is a bit off
And your hand. Its bent awkwardly
My mind races to conclusions
I can see your fangs as you bare them
The knife in your hand held poised and ready to strike
..I must have had a strange look on my face,
Because then you looked at me with uncertainty in your eyes
"Yes," I thought, "Show mercy"
"Hey," you say again,"Can you hand me my pencil, its by your foot."
And just like that my sanity is gone
I reach down and pick up the
pencil
You take it like its nothing,

mumble a thanks,
And turn to the teacher lecturing..