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[yankees324]

Lance walked absentmindedly to his next class, technology. He didn't truly enjoy that class, but it was bearable, at least when Mr. Reyso wasn't there. And most always for some reason, he wasn't there. Lance sat down and twiddled a pencil between his hands until the bell rang and in walked Mr. Reyso. A collective groan game from the class, including Lance, but Mr. Reyso didn't care and started the lesson without delay.

[babybuggy]

Azlyn walked into photography and got everything ready. They were starting some sort of project today, but she wasn't really paying attention.

[yankees324]

Lance typed diligently on his computer as Mr. Reyso droned on about how to type properly, without using only one finger like most highschoolers did. Lance had already learned to type correctly, so it was useless to him as his teacher bored him. He typed what Mr. Reyso told the class to, getting stares from fellow classmates as to how fast he could type correctly.

[babybuggy]

Azlyn quickly asked a fellow classmate on what they were doing and got started. Photography was, by far, her favourite class.

[yankees324]

Lance finished his work earlier than the rest of the class, printing it and handing it in to Mr. Reyso as he finished with the instructions. The teacher was surprised, but accepted it and graded it on the spot, gaining Lance yet another hundred to his grade.

[babybuggy]

Azlyn finished her project before any one else in her class. She told her teacher and her teacher came to look at it, gaining her an A+. She smiled to herself and sat down, and began to work on her other homework.

[yankees324]

Because the whole class was done early, many having not gotten the most acceptable grades on such a simple assignment, Mr, Reyso vowed he'd do this project again tomorrow and would hope for better results. The class sighed collectively, but sprinted out the door as soon as the bell rang. Lance walked to his last period [with Azlyn, please? I have a slight miniplot that might expand....] quickly, which was all the way across the school.

[babybuggy]

((Sure, no problem.))

Azlyn packed up her things and walked down the hallway, her next class relatively close. She walked slowly, knowing that she had plenty of time.

[yankees324]

Lance got to his 10th period class as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Curiously, to see who'd text him while he was still in school, he sneakily took it out and saw a message from a private number.

Lance,

I saw you and Azlyn at the party on Saturday.
I know what you are. There's no hiding from me.
No chance at all.

Sweat began to bead on Lance's forehead. Was this some sick practical joke someone was playing on him? Or had word gotten around he was an angel? He vowed to himself he'd forward it to Azlyn as soon as school was out, as soon as he could. This was an issue for the both of them.

[babybuggy]

Azlyn noticed Lance pull out his phone and she snickered, not knowing the importance of it. She listened to the teacher drone on and on, waiting anxiously for the end of the day.