clockwork street

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 As i sighed remembering what Brian said i realized i never got a chance to know him to see if he was a good teacher or not. I sat down Mr Smith was at the front he wrote down his name." Well hello kids! did you have a fun summer!?" he said "yes!" the student screamed i said no quietly, but this teacher seems more energetic then the morning one, he seemed...different? wait that's not possible it must be my imagination, yeah i did not get a good look at him or he may just not be a morning person. i look to my left side to see that Leo is sleeping, he was even drooling. I usually do this.. i concentrated and went into his mind, he was dreaming about riding on a tiger with only three legs fighting with an orange octopus with red pocadots in a ring and turtles were cheering for the octopus and chipmunks were cheering for the tiger, really what goes on in this guys mind amazes me sometimes. i softly said " wake up" he jerks and opened his eyes and swipes the drool off his face. "thank you mind you never fail me" he says quietly i chuckle i am not your mind. Leo at my left, Leslie at my right, Megan at my front.... i wonder who is behind me? i turn around to see a boy with blond hair, bands in the front and messy, he is wearing dark blue glasses and biting his lip writing what the teacher is saying in his book. i kindly say " hey, it is only the beginning of the year lighten up!" he stops writing looks up and gives me a good cold stare " SHUT UP! " he says with a mean voice. " OK" wow that scared me. class ended and( there are a few more classes but i will tell about them later) the bell rings and school is over i say goodbye to my Friends as they go the other direction. now i have to go home, i walk into a shady street and i slowly disappear into the darkness as i enter a world only people with supernatural powers can enter the street is called Clockwork street and this is where i live, anyone that enters Clockworks without a red card they are shown as trespassers and are killed. i walk to the gate were i show my red card, i am usually getting weird looks cause i am part of an assassin's family but i am over the phase of getting sad or crying cause they talk behind my back. i walk home door number 489 and hold a breath and concentrate on my mind to get into their minds and block me from their eyes as i walk to my room. just another Monday.

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