I was in my first class while Flare was roaming around the gym for any kind of attendance chart with Steven's name on it. No Stevens I know in any of my classes yet. A while after class, Rosanna came up to me with excitement. "Oh, Hi Jane!!! How was first class? Mine was amazing! So, how are you? Doin good? I'm so excited for 4th class where we sit next to each other! Maybe we'll do a project together!" "Slow down there Rose. Don't get your hopes up too much. We might not do a project. Well, anyway I'm fine. What about you?" I said. "I'm great! Well, see ya in 4th class!" She said and skipped to her 2nd class. I'm not exactly sure I like being friends with her but she's nice.
While I was settling my things for 2nd class, I saw Flare fly in the door looking for my desk. I was kinda in the back and I didn't want to wave to get his attention but I knew he'll figure it out. It was a big classroom and there were so many kids. Probably at least 30% of them were lost. Most left and Flare came over. "Hey." He whispered. "I haven't found a Steven yet but- Hey are you even listening?" I was just moving around my stuff like he didn't exist. "Yeah," I whispered while trying not to move my lips. "But I'll look like a retard just staring into space when I'm actually listening to someone." "Oh." Flare responded. "Well, it turns out that Steven's profile is open to access from everyone who looks at it on ChatBook. So I looked around and-" "Ok class are we settled in?" The math teacher cut off. "I'll see ya soon." Flare said and left the room.
Math was over and it turns out that Flare was already waiting outside the door. I looked at the clock in the hallway. 11:07. "You got out late, huh?" Flare assumed. "Yeah. Ok. Let's get going."
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RandomTHIS IS MY CHILDHOOD FAIRY TALE THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS 9 =D SO THIS IS WHAT "IF 9-YEAR OLD TYPH WROTE A STORY" LOOKS LIKE AND OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT DREAGONS BECAUSE WHAT ELSE AM I RIGHT. PLEASE ENJOY A HORRIBLE PLOT LINE AND TERRIBLE GRAMMAR. THANK...
