Ok so I'm tired anyway the picture up there it an old pic of me when a buddy and me were having a rave and I just wanted to share my stupidity wth you all.
ON W/ THE STORY
This is gonna be short
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3rd POV
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Today seemed like any other but something was off....the air seemed to grow cold and the atmosphere seemed heavy and mysterious. No one seemed to know why. You could see a somewhat tall teen walking to the school all eyes were on him. It didn't seem to faze him.
His dark black hair hung over his eyes as he calmly walked into the office.
In the office a woman was typing away at her computer "excuse me " a quiet voice reached her ears.she looked up to see the young boy seemingly staring at her not that she could tell.
The boy handed her note with neat cursive writing . The lady gasped quickly looking threw papers and typing something into her computer. She handed him a paper smiling nervously. The boy simply nodded and began to walk away.
On the desk the note lay untouched by the secretary not knowing what to do with it.
To ouran
Take good care of him~
From
S•W•G•A
