The note

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I sat in class and watched the clock tick by while doodling In my book. Ah the perfect pastime as we only had a few minutes until school was over and another year was done. I looked down and noticed that I had drawn random boxes and eyes all over my workbook. I heard a cough and looked up to see my teacher glaring down at me. Her face as vermillion red as a low blood but her  magenta eyes begged to differ. I was used to seeing this sight by now after a year of being in her class. I gave her a quick smirk and continued with my sketching. I heard an infuriated huff right before my hands were hit hard with the meter ruler she had in hand. I let out a whimper but stood my ground. I got up and packed my things and raced out of the classroom. As I stepped outside and walked a few meters down the hall I reached the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and waited for the bell to go. I heard the rush of my classmates bursting through the doors of the different rooms all stampeding to get out of the tall school building. After a while I left the bathroom but as I opened the door to go home I found a familiar troll curled up, asleep, against the wall on the other side of the hall. I walked up to him to see a note in his hand. I dropped down and was able to read my name written on the front fold of the note. To Cecial ( or Y/N).

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