He was just a boy from Laval des rapides

Band class🧑🏽‍🍼🧑🏽‍🍼🧑🏽‍🍼

As I walk into the fifth floor heading to my music class at the end of the hallway I...I smell this booty hole smell "who the fuck smells like curry butter chicken" my best friend Charlotte let out I was pretty sure it was lfk (long face king) we invited that nickname for that one suicidal kid in the back of the class, we were pretty sure he's the reason why anti kill your self numbers even existed. My other friend Elena (me!) had quite a little crush on it, everybody thought it kills it self but silly us.

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Anyway, i sit on my usual spot with my instrument (ukelele) i smell an interesting smell, it was quite familiar though, it was a mix between blood and Felix's sweat. I turn my head really quickly before realizing the blue haired boy was behind me and was staring at my soul. I gasped of shock and an annoyed face.
-Hi handsome boy! Why are you staring at me?
He doesn't answer. I feel a heavy growl. And of course, it was Zain. He looked so jealous and pissed. But he's so cute! With his little flushed face. I love everything about him, i mean, look at him! He's has cute brown hair with ocean blue eyes... every girl would go crazy over a boy...a man like him.

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Two minutes later, the third bell rings and the class started. Of course the special kid says a racist jokes about black people. I roll my eyes and flip him off.
-Piss off Charles! You're not better than anyone here! Now leave her alone loser. Said the blue haired boy.
I was shocked.. I mean, he cared about me right? He was the first one to speak out about how racist Charles was.
-Oh so the tranny got something to say? You don't have to protect her she's mine! I am the one who is supposed to defend her i mean look at me im a mafia boss and now look at your corny ass. Said Zain.
I storm out of the classroom as tears fall off of my beautiful precious purple eyes. I can still hear the boys fight though.