Kindergarten part two

Lloyd didn't like this game, he didn't understand it. There was confusion on his face, and rage. "No, no, NO!" he screamed as he stood up. It wasn't supposed to go like that. He thought boys were supposed to be better than girls at everything. That's how it was supposed to be. Mrs. Spitler, casually looked up from her Vogue magazine. Lloyd was having another one of his fits. This one didn't seem as bad as the others, he was just standing there relatively still screaming incoherent sounds, she told herself she'd put him in the corner for five minutes after she gave him five to let off a bit of steam. Feeling attentive and self-righteous she went back to the pages full of confusing symbols and nonsense pictures. See, Lloyd had seen the book and lots of other books like it and he knew what was in them - nonsense! How could she look at nonsense right now? Patricia had broken his dinosaur! Five minutes later would be too late, no one could have known, not even Lloyd, a kid doesn't know when they snap but really it was going to be too late. He sat there fuming, he stomped his feet and screamed and the other children ignored him. He now did not like this girl very much at all. She had friends, she could play with everyone, no one liked him, he couldn't get anyone to be nice to him. Lloyd had no reason to not reach across the table and punch her in the face. And he thought about it too. She broke his dinosaur... His dinosaur...
He picked up the cookie monster chair. It was his least favourite colour and so he wanted to get it away from him and he wanted patty to pay for her air-born dinosaur tactics. The chair went air-born and hit Patricia. One of the corners had hit her eye and now she was bleeding. Lloyd smiled. He turned to pick up the Elmo chair, he felt strong, like he was winning for once, he liked to know that this time he made her scream in pain. He threw the chair and the blue streaked by her head landing on the table of blocks. Lloyd was mad at his poor aim and so he charged at Patricia intending to knock her down and hit her.
Mrs. Spitler scooped up Lloyd in mid stride and holding him, kicking and screaming under her arm, she carried him to the office telling the old one woman staff that he had to be sent home for fighting.
She knew he had no one to go home to. Same as before. But rules were rules and the child had to be made to follow the rules. He was sent home on the mid-day bus with the older kids who picked on him, when he got there he kicked he dog and crawled under the bed. Lloyd liked it there, there he could plan, there he would figure out how to make it all better. The yipping dog was the only one who shied away from him, who respected him, "violence" he thought, "that's the answer, that's how I'll get them to not pick on me. They'll see, I'll show them!" He lied there waiting.