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"WELL, YOU'RE ALL USELESS NOW." I sigh, kicking the boy's hand off my feet since he had fallen right above my feet. I glance around the classroom, cringing at the broken chairs and the bodies which all looked like dead bodies but weren't. I think.
"Scream yes if you're still breathing or else I will throw you outside of the window!" I shout and all of them glance up at me.
"Yes, Ma'am!" They all scream and I laugh at the use of the title.
"Don't snitch on me or else I will show you little bitches hell," I smile at them and they nod their heads at me. I give them one last wave and walk outside of the classroom, closing the door with a soft click.
The moment the door shut, I heard them all cry out loud and I stifle my laughter as I walk down the hallway.
I spot a boy walking in front of me and I sigh in relief since I finally spotted a person.
"Hey, curly head!" I call out, watching the boy turn around to glance at me.
His pair of hazel eyes meet mine and he sends me a bright smile.
"Hi! I never saw you around so I'm guessing your new?" He walks over towards me, glancing at the suitcase behind me.
Finally a nice person. And he's adorable as well.
"I am," I smile, trying to be nice as possible, "Could you please lead me to the Venus Dorm? I don't know where it is and there's no one here to help," I frown at him.
"Sure! I was heading there anyway," he smiles at me as he tries to grab my suitcase and I glance at him in confusion.
"I'll hold it for you. You must be tired of dragging it," he frowns as he takes away the suitcase from my grasp, "It's fine," he smiles, waving my discomfort off.
"Thank you," I smile, "What's your name?"
"Leon," he smiles, "Leon Belrose."
"What's your name?" He hums as we walk out of the building.
"Julien," I reply, "Julien Clemonte."
I sigh as he furrows his eyebrows at me, "Yeah, I know I have a boy's name since my parents were expecting a boy."
He stops walking and arches his eyebrow at me, "Like the Julien Clemonte? Your oldest brother is Jacques Clemonte? You come from a family of blue-bloods. Damn."
"Yes, that's me and he's my brother," I mutter, "You're being a bit too dramatic with the facts."
