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by Zaphod Riker » Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:33 am
{{Well I hope your interwebs gets it malarkey together :c Interwebs are essential!
Already, Taisto was late for his class, but it wasn't like he actually cared. School was just a nonsensical prison in his eyes, meant for nothing besides holding his artistic skill captive. He was new to this school in particular, having only come a week before. He already knew his schedule, and knew exactly where to go. He sets his bag down, a black coloured shoulder bag with a streak of red across the front. The reflection in the window of the door told him his shirt was misaligned, and his hair was as well. After quickly fixing it, he simply walks in to the classroom, taking his seat in the middle of the room. Naturally, he looked both completely lost and incredibly upset as he looked at the notes on the board. How dare they start without him? He thought, frowning as he takes out his notebook. He was left handed, and he scrawled across his paper with undecipherable notes.
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