(This is Mr. John's POV. I forgot to mention that no duck here has a last name, so his name is just John, he's referred to as Mr. John while teaching.)
Stupid broken leg, it took me 5 minutes to walk from the art room to the cafeteria. It's already 11:15, lunch will be ending at 11:45. I packed my own lunch in my backpack, so I took it out. It was a salad. Just a basic salad. I don't like anything with a lot of flavor. As I was about to take a bite, someone walked up to me.
"Are you okay? It seemed like something was wrong in math," they said. Oh, it's just Y/N.
"Yes, everything's fine," I responded. Can I just eat lunch in peace?
"Are you sure? You seem kinda... S U S," they said. W H Y? I just want to eat lunch in peace, is that so much to ask for? I turned to look at them and started glaring. "Yeesh, no need to get so upset, I'll go," Y/N said, before leaving. What's their deal with me, why do they care? Well, never mind that, I'll just eat.
(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I'm just not feeling it today TwT)
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Life of Duck
FantasyYou are a duck, and you are going to a school. For ducks. Have fun, this book has no planning whatsoever. Edit: Did not expect to add an ending like that-
