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Grian's POV

I walked into form to see a group of people talking to each other, I looked in their direction but I don't really pay any attention to them, I just walk over to a desk and sit down at it, messing around with my phone, until the first bell rung.

"G, I'm sorry for saying that." Mumbo said as he sat beside me. I looked at him with a displeased look. "I forgive you Mumbo." I said just before Ms. Jones walks into the room.

"Alright——" I started zoning out, to what she was saying, resting my palm on my cheek, wanting the school year to end. I soon awoke from my day dreaming by Mumbo nudging my arm. "Grian?" She called out, taking attendance. "Oh here, Miss." I called out, raising an arm. She looks up then back down at the computer calling another name out.

"Scar GoodTimes?" She calls. "Scar?" She looks around the room to find 'Scar'. She hums and goes back to attendance.

"Isn't Scar a wierd name?" I whispered to Mumbo. "I don't know man, Scar is a kinda cool name, if you think about it." He looked at me. "Wonder where he is, skipping?" I ask. "I've never heard of him- yes miss." Mumbo cuts our conversation to answer our form tutor. "Is he new?" He finished his sentence. "Maybe? I don't remember half of these poeple."

"Hey! Does anyone want to look around the old music department, 4th period?" Etho asked me, Mumbo and Etho, Etho said he'll ask Isakll in his first lesson. We all agreed and left for our first lesson.

"Right you are now Year 11s (10th grade), I want to see a change in your behaviour from last year." I heard from Mr. Anderson as soon as a sat down. "Yeah, right Sir." Someone spoke from the back. "Mr. Tek, do you have something to say?" He turns to a blond haired boy at the back, who commented on his speech. "No, sir." He murmured. I got out a piece of paper and started drawing to help pass time.
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Finally it was 4th period and I started to walk toward the old music department. "Etho, why did you want us to go in 4th period?" I asked the Canadian man as we sat down in one of the practice rooms. "Nobody want to be late for lunch so it's a good opportunity to go- more quiet." He said, taking out his phone. "Can't believe my 'parents' took my phone." I mumbled as I got out a red pen and started drawing on the wall next to me. "G, stop getting into trouble and they'll not take your phone away." Mumbo said. I was about to reply but we became dead silent as soon as we heard footsteps echo through the hall outside the practice rooms.

The footsteps stop right in front of our room and slowly opened, we were about to get caught.

"Hi, can I hang out with you guys?"

"Jimmy!?" I looked at the strange boy, also my brother, who's in front of me. "Aren't you ment to be in lesson?" I asked him. "Aren't you?" He came in a shut the door. "Anyway I over heard you guys in form and my friends didn't want to go but I have physics with mr Steward." He threw his bag in the corner with the others and slumped down pulling his food tech out. "Jimmy, don't get offended but... that is fucking vile!" Iskall looked at the strange concoction. "What is it?" Etho cocked up a brow, we all surrounded Jim's tin dish that held his food.

"It's cottage pie, want some?" He asked around. "Jim, that's not cottage pie." My face scrunched up when I smelled it. "Nor does it look cooked." Mumbo held his nose. "You guys just can't appreciate good food." He said before eating it with a fork he stole from the lunch hall.

I scoff at him and continue to write on the wall. It wasn't much I just really doodle a man with a chicken hat on.

The bell rung soon after and we headed to lunch, leaving Jimmy to eat his disgusting pie alone.

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