"Zach!" A boy, no older than seventeen, was jerked from his sleep. The boy, presumably Zach, looked up and met eyes with a not very happy teacher. "You sleep at home, not at school!"
"Hard to do when your parents are having sex all night," Zach said, lifting his head. "Well, your dad and his mistress," he added before the teacher could say anything. The teacher stared at him "oos" came from the class. The teacher just went back to the front of the class and continued his lesson. Zach rubbed his eyes with one hand and yawned, doing his best to pay attention to the class.
The bell rang after what seemed like an eternity. Zach picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, grabbing whatever was on his desk. He walked out of the classroom and went to his next and final class.
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Sorry it's short
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Death's Door
FantasiaA boy has been escaping Death's grasp for as long as he could remember. How he does it? Not even he could tell you.
