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He didn't look like he belonged there, in that class for Creative Writing in college. He carried no pencils or paper or even a textbook. He was still, unmoving. His lime eyes shifted towards my direction in a sense that I've done wrong. His gaze forced me to blush and look down as his black hair waved behind him. His short/medium black hair faintly smelled of moss. His eyes finally tore from my face as I sat up to exit. The year was 1946 on the month of early August. We went to school in Hiroshima Jogakuin University. The other attending college go'ers immediately stood to their feet to exit the building, while he stood staring out the window, worrisome. I checked my watch, 8 AM, exactly. He finally stood up after 5 minutes of me staring at him. He grabbed my shoulder, he said roughly "We need to go, now, or it's going to be too late!". He dragged me out side and ran towards the mountainous region of Hiroshima. I gasped "What is the matter with you! I demand to know!". He didn't stop running but he managed to say "There is no time! We have five minutes!". I stupidly followed him and once we got into the trees, he transformed into a beastly wolf, the size of a pony. His black and white stripped fur and green eyes flared in my direction, I tripped and screamed but I felt a sense of security when he told me to get on his back. I checked my watch, 8:16 AM.
