A new school opened on the side of a luscious mountain, overlooking the lives of those with no mark on the world, isolated from the thorns of society and trapped within the gaping grasp of the village walls. The singular train leading down the cliffs had long been cut off during a landslide and have since been covered in a slate of dust. Sharing a singular river running through the village and hunting the wilderness out skirting the village, those with no place are content. Those who have become accepted into a community of no name and those who have fled from their place in the world. Those who searched for freedom and those who had nothing left. A village tied down by none, a paradise buried in fears.
The creaking shack, home to a greying couple, take their chance at making a final mark. Opening a branch and setting the stones for a story not even the couple will hear.
A village with no prominence, home to those with no value, created a generation for the eyes and ears of those who are willing to learn. The first and the last mark of Class TFL.
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Class TFL
HumorBeginning from the very start as the children are born into the world to the point their souls are no more. A story exploring the mishaps, the mistakes, the stress, the squabbles and the loss of a class built on simple people, experiencing day to da...
