(IM SRRY IF THERE ARE ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES IM FROM FINLAND) Lampert sighed as he looked up at his big, ominous High School as he held a steady grip on his backpack. "Hey infected.?" Lampert said with a saddened expression "y3s b4b3? ^_^" infected said with an innocent, goofy smile. Lampert chuckled at his smile and he kissed the infected's cheek."H3h3! 1!" Infected blushed and smiled at Lampert with a loving gaze "wh4t do you n33d pOOkz??:33" Lampert stopped smiling and looked back at the school "Are you also going to miss our friends...?" Lampert gripped on infected hand. "NO... 4z l0ng 4z 1m w17h you <33" Lamperts mouth curled into a smile. "Thanks infected.." he sighed "let's go now."he began to walk to school with his hand wrapped tightly around infected hands. As they bounced up and down repeatedly through the cold, crisp, morning air as the keychains on the infected backpack made noises as they clang against each other. They walked past other children on the benches talking to each other with notebooks, phones and pencils in their hands. They stepped on the hard concrete stairs stained with fizz-up and Blogsy. Lampert Stepped on a crushed piece of paper as he and infected were flashed by the sudden, warm air from the inside of the school. They heard the noise made by the students talking in the hallway next to their lockers, drawing, packing their bags and making jokes with each other. Lampert brought the two of them to their lockers that happened to be right next to each other. He unlocked the locker and opened it to reveal all the worn off stickers inside the locker, mixed with the books and figures that he also put there. Lampert looked at infected through the vent of the locker and saw him zipping up his bag and slamming his locker shut. Lampert looked back and took out the books he needed and shut his locker as well. The bell made a loud ring "RIINNGGGGG!!!!" Signaling that class is about to start, Lampert and infected looked at each other, infected smiled. "W311,, sh0u1d w3 go nxw b4b3?? ;P" he said as he grabbed lamperts hand, Lampert swallowed hard and aired out his turtleneck and tilted his feet inwards "ok." He and infected began walking to their homeroom class. Walking through the long hallway, with the yellow tinted lights on the ceiling. They entered the class and sat down in the back of the classroom with the walls lined with posters and book cases. Lampert put his bag down next to him, he sighed and leaned back while the teacher started writing that days lesson on the whiteboard with her worn out red whiteboard marker. Lampert opened his eyes and made eye contact with infected, sharing a loving smile while his eyelids still drooped.
