Chapter 1:

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Marlowe's POV:
My eyes ran over the hushed classroom as everyone concentrated on their books. He isn't here. Why isn't he here? I don't want be here if he's no- BANG! My thoughts were interrupted my the sudden swing of the classrooms olive coloured door. Oh. Their he is.

"Where is your late pass Finn?" The teacher spoke, no emotion present in her voice.With a light pant, He walked over to her desk and reached out his slightly tanned arm to pass her the gold note. She was quick to thank him as he walked away to put his bag in his locker. I tried not to pay attention as he found his way to his seat, short blonde hair swaying as he strode.

"Ok class,

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