by bina-chan » Wed Oct 15, 2014 12:09 pm
Wynter stands up and walks over to get himself some food. He took the tray back to the empty table and started to eat. His eyes darted around at everybody, incase anyone want to steal his food, which rarely happened but he still looked out. He leaned on his elbow on the table, and his cheek on his fist. The semi-fish boy look down at the food and sighed, sad memories slowly started to play in his head, like a movie in a cinema. He stabbed his apple with his fork, for no real reason other than to distract himself. He pulled the red apple from the fork and bit into it, pausing for a moment before tacking another.
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