Leondre

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Shortly after picking up the broken Rosary Bead, you begin the journey to class. Your mind is erupting with thoughts and questions about what you had just witnessed. "Was the boy okay?" "Where did they take him?" And most intriguingly of all, "Why was his Rosary Bead just left on the floor?"

Upon entering the large, colourful classroom,10 minutes late, your teacher gives you the evils and aggressively points her finger to where she wants you to sit. You look over to where your teacher pointed, the rear, right-hand corner, and as you do so, your eyes are drawn to the sight of the small boy that you saw earlier. You shuffle to your seat, each movement louder than the last, clenching the necklace in your fist.

You take your seat, beside the mysterious boy and place the bead on the table. The boy's head is down and his pen is moving rapidly - creating a somewhat worrying sound. From the one side of his face that you can see, you notice many deep, fresh scratches and that the area around his one eye is a deathly black. His brown hair is now wet, it appears black; that explains the mystery as to where the bullies took him.

The writing stops and is soon replaced by the words "Hi, I'm Leondre". You don't reply. The voice is too gentle and faint to be real - surely it's just your imagination playing tricks on you. The writing then starts again but does not last for long. When it stops, the gentle voice is heard again, but this time quieter and sounding close to tears. "Are you one of them? Do you hate me too?"

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