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THIRD POINT OF VIEW
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Tommy was asleep outside in the courtyard. He was laying on the ground peacefully in a blissful dream. His study notes scattered by his head, a dumped backpack leaking out loose papers. He slowly came back to life looking at the mess. He sighed checking for anything that was stolen. His notes for the upcoming test in chemistry were gone. He let out a grumble of annoyance and would be sure to tell his teacher. He packed up his things and went straight to the teacher.

He softly knocks on the door and gets let in. "Tommy? Your teacher need something?" The chemistry teacher asked. "Someone stole all my notes while I asleep in the courtyard and they'd searched for it specifically because nothing else was stolen" Tommy looked over the class then the teacher. One of his favorite teachers. "Anyway to identify them? If not, not much I can do", "Yeah, my buddies names are on it, in pen with their signatures in case I fell asleep, and something like this happened" With that a pen clicked. "Who just got out a pen?" The teacher stood up looking over the class but no one was scribbling on paper or something else. A few heads were looking down so it was hard to pin point who. "I'll look around okay? Do head to your class" he smiled. "Okay. Thank you" and he left the classroom.

Once the door closed the teacher smiled. "Get out your notes from yesterday, the scrap paper ones, you'll need it for your test" he grabbed the stack of papers and started to hand out the test. Not paying attention to what was on who's papers but one caught his eye. A scribbled out name with three other ones. However the angle of light he could see the name. "Mr. Manifold, go to the office and take your stuff with you" he snatched the paper of notes and continued handing out the test. "Now" he remarked. "Yes Sir" he rolled his eyes. "Jack? What did you do? Don't tell me your the one who..." the girl, his friend asked him. He could only walk out without answering the question.

The teacher called the office giving details needed and a wonderful phone call to his parents. Who were not to happy to receive said phone call.

Tommy was sitting in his favorite class. "That's all for today younglings! You may talk for...the next half of class" she looked back from the clock that hanged on the white wall. So, Tommy thought it be a good time to take a nap. He was always tired for no reason and its not because of his disorder, it might be just him sleeping wrong. He ends up falling asleep. Until the intercom came on and jolted him awake.

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"Can Tommy Minecraft come to the office?"
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Tommy gathers up his stuff and leaves the class. He felt his anxiety spike not questioning why he was going to the office. When he got there he saw a pair of angry parents and Jack. "I was called up here" he said to the office lady. "Yes, just go right in" she point her thumb to the door behind her. "Right..." he slowly said entering the room and closing the door behind him. His teacher was there as well, his siblings, and father. "Why am I here?" Like any kid would ask. "Well your going home early today, to work out something" Mr. Crabapple said. "O-okay? Why is basically my whole family coming?" Tommy asked as he looked over their frowning faces. "Well your father just decided to grab them all, you may go now, see you monday" he said motioning to the door.

Phil put a hand on Tommy's back, slowly getting him to walk out to the car. He couldn't even say bye to his teacher. So he got in the front seat of the car. Ignoring the complaints from Wilbur. "So bud how was school?" Phil asked him starting up the car. "It WAS going good..." Tommy leans against the car door. "Oh what's wrong?", "Nothing just...hm" he secretly pointed to the back. "Ah, okay...Well good thing you'll be home soon" and they got on the road. Tommy got out his phone to message the group chat with his buddies. 

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Ranboo- Tommy I heard you get called down!
Ranboo- Is everything okay?

Purpled- He got called down? What trouble did he cause this time?

Tubbo- He isn't at our uswual meeting spot! Did he go home?

Ranboo- Maybe I didn't stick around to see

Purpled- So your saying we lost him?

Tubbo- Yeah

Ranboo- Yup

You all are clingy you know

Purpled- Your alive!

Ranboo- What happened?

Just going home apparently for no reason, the other are being kinda loud

Tubbo- Oh, okay? Wait were getting called down! I have a buzzing suspision

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Everything was strange for Tommy, the style of his life moving so fast he couldn't collect what was happening. First he meets his buddies who now drag him around, someone stole his notes, and now he's being taken home. Over the course of two weeks, its to face for him. Even if he's able to talk two hundred seventy-five words per minute. He just can't understand what's happening, being really out of the loop.
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