England's head is going to explode. Hulya's shouting about something or other- division, maybe?- and his eyes feel itchy. He's considering just falling asleep when Hulya says something that catches his attention. Something about a boy called... Moss?
England sits up and looks to the front of the class. Sure enough, there's a new boy standing there. He's small, almost fragile-looking, with perfect pale skin and a sprinkle of freckles across his nose. Just like Milo, England thinks. The new boy's blond hair is slicked back, and his oversized sweater seems to swallow him whole.
"Sit there," Hulya barks with her doberman voice. Moss sits down by Milo, fiddling with his sleeves. Poor kid.
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DiversosA group of friends navigate the hallways of a swedish high school. (short parts) (funny) (daily updates)
