He sits in a metal chair at a wooden table just like everyone else in the room. His lips are parted, showing his teeth as he laughs at the words spilling out of his friend's mouth. Tears spill out of the sides of his crinkled eyes from laughter until the teacher comes over, handing him and each of his friends a paper like the rest of the class now had. He turns around and sets the paper in front of him. His hand wanders to the bag laying on the floor and pulls one of many pencils from a pocket. The pencil drags across the page as he scribbles the answers to each question. His leg shakes underneath the table as he works, the cuff of his blue jeans lightly hitting his black converse. He pauses his writing, tapping the tip of his pencil against the desk, his tongue between his teeth as he stares at the wall in thought. He begins writing again, soaked into his work until the last few minutes when he looks up at the clock. He carefully puts his things in his bag before staring intently at the clock until the last few seconds. As soon as the bell rings, he jumps out of his chair and runs out of the classroom.
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Writing Stuffs
RandomIn all honesty, this is just some stuff I've written. There will be descriptions of people I know, small stories I've written, etc. Maybe occasionally accompanied with some of my artwork or something. I mean, I guess it's cool.
