RumourC'mon...The smaller hand ticked closer to the twelve. My eyebrow twitched as I watched its progress. All around me were the sounds of packing up, as other students gathered their things and talked about menial happenings in their life. I didn't care; I just wanted to get out of the stuffy class.So close...there. The bell rang, and swarms of chattering students filed out, carrying with them the stench of pre-adolescence. I fumbled with my files, stood up, and slouched out after them.'Hey! Wait up!' a voice called behind me. I cringed. 'Please God, give me a break...' God, the iron handed bloke he is, ignored me. I turned and faced
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