Zack sat down in his usual seat in literacy. One seat over from Magrot, and next to sobrena. Mr. Someone. Was writing on the board, but Zack wasn't looking at the Latin roots. He was looking at the boy from across the room. Matt was looking so kawaii in his orange sweatshirt. Zack was getting wet just thinking about matt. Tront walked past, but backtracked and asked Zack, "Who are ya looking at faggot?" Zack glared at him. "I'm not looking at anyone." Zack said. "Oh, I thought you were looking at matt. He's fuckin hot." Zack just looked at the board, but still not paying attention to what was on it. A kid named Connor walked into the class a few minutes after Tront had talked to zack. He sat down and put his head down to take a nap. Mr. Someone yelled at him to get to the front of the room. Connor got up and walked over to Mr. Someone. Mr. S pulled out his lizard hand on a stick and slapped Connor on the butt with it. Zack saw him say, "see me after class." With a creepy grin. "Gross." Zack muttered.
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