|Scarian| Ink is our connection

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Third POV

Grian walked into the music as he had previously been to through out the week.

The opened the door to see it empty. A smiled appeared across the teenager's face.

"They're updated it." He excitedly whispered closing the door seeing some scribbles on the wall.

It started when Grian drew a bad drawing of a man with a chicken hat on with his red pen, then another person drawing a very cute drawing of a cat with 'Jellie' underneath in a black sparkly gel pen, after Grian saw that three days ago, he had to respond. 'Impressive' he drew his cats Maui and Pearl lower down the wall.

Now he's back seeing the new drawing and comments on his drawing.

'Cute cats, what's their names?' Was written in the person signature gel pen. Grian hummed and grabbed his pen out of his inside, blazer pocket. 'Maui (left) and Pearl (right) he wrote with arrows pointing to the drawings of the felines.

Grian's POV

"Hey Grian!" Etho walked in dropping down his bag. "Hey." I turned around to greet the Canadian man. "You're here early, it's 8:30." We're started using his one spot to meet up and talk at school. "Yeah well I got up early and Martyn and Pearl were arguing about the best stardew valley bachelorette is." I smiled, remembering that conversation again. "Is that a game?"

"Yeah." I responded to him

"I've never heard of it." He sat down, pulling out his maths homework. "Etho, the only game you play is minecraft and you don't even play that much." I rolled my eyes half playfully.

"Nah, Etho plays at funky hours." I screamed in shock, as i heard Iskall say behind me. "Don't do that!" I turned to find the swede balling out tears of laughter. "Sorry dude, I didn't mean it." He said between giggles.

"Whatever." I said in a jokingly moody voice. "G, what is that scream!?" Mumbo entered the door, in a scared manner. "Oh I'm sorry did my scream offend you Mr. Jumbo?" I sarcastically told him.

"Actually yes- yes it did." He smirked while sitting down next to Etho, Iskall joining him.

"Rude- so incredibly rude." I said with a petty look on my face, sitting down to join the others.
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"Did you hear one of the new Americans almost set a fire in one of the science rooms, apparently a table and 3 chairs need to be refurbished?" I told the boys. "Oh yeah, Scar GoodTimes, I was so thankful, I missed that day." Iskall dramatically sighed. "Which science room? The animal one?" Etho asked. "Thankfully no, it was the mouldy one." I recalled. "Thank god, Science 2 is my favourite, i like how the school gave that one teacher like 14 different insects, fish and small reptiles." Iskall said.

"The mouldy one is a hazard to society, I'm thankful he tired to turn it down." Etho added.

The first bell rung and we all went to form.
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"Where the fuck is Ms. Jones!" I slightly yelled in a whispered tone. "I heard she's getting on with Mr. Wilson." I heard a voice behind me. "Form Pe?" Someone else said. "No one cares Tango." I turned to see a tall, brunette with a killer scar on his face.

"Oh plaese Scar, Grian was asking." Tango's facial expression remind mutual and so did Skizz's. "Who?"

I turned back around to face the front of the classroom, not wanting to be apart of their conversation anymore. I listened in to their conversation wanting nothing more.

"He's- it's doesn't matter.." Tango grumbled, looking away from the brunette.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a meeting to go to!" Ms. Jones walked through the door, her attire looking a little bit... messy.

"Mr. GoodTimes, sit down." She barked at the brunette man who rolled his eyes and sat at the back, with three others.

"I don't think she was in a meeting." I theorised to Mumbo. "But isn't Mr. Wilson have a wife and 3 kids?" He whispered back. "Yeah and he's in his 40s, she probably like in her 30s, 20s at best."

Our conversation spiralled until the end of form bell rung.