"Changing is for weirdos" - Niall Horan
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"Why can't you do this?" Harry whined making the clay into a house.
"Why? I'm sorting the pictures, stop being a girl and man up for once," I scoffed placing the picture of Rudolph Hitler on the board.
"For once? I am a man, I play football for living, I am in the top five in England, and you call me a girl?" He said rolling his eyes.
We'll your acting like a girl if you stop bragging about your life.
"Can you just shush and focus on the project?" I said annoyed at his laziness. Why teacher? Why did you choose him? Out of everyone?
"Don't tell me to shush, I'm only here cause of my stupid grades... If I don't get them up my parents will take me off football," he said angrily. Well who went in his pants?
I just kept quiet and kept working on the project, I didn't want him to get even more angry.
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Right after we where done sorting everything out, Harry had to get to football practice.
But he didn't even said a goodbye.
But do I care? Nah, I'm kinda getting used to it even if I meet him for a couple of days.
Now back to my dorm...
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Sorry short, like always •_•
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