The school bell rang and everyone was dismissed. The good thing about the end of school is that I don't have to ride the bus home as I have to in the morning.
I was walking down the hall constantly looking to my right and then my left switching from the two until I finally spotted Flare in the middle of the big crowd I was trying to avoid. He saw me and flew above the crowd and right next to me. I didn't face him but was starring at him in the corner of my eye. i could tell he knew I was looking at him.
We reached the front of the school where all the people here were spread out and I can have time to "talk to myself".
"Hey." I said. I was looking at my phone while listening to Flare. "Hi. So, um, when I didn't have a chance finishing what I was saying, it was kinda important especially the fact that it could've been useful at the moment." He stated. My eyes looked at him and slight turned my head towards him. "Well, what was it?" I asked waiting patiently for an answer. "A possible Steven was in the classroom at that moment. Ya' know, the room that you were about to go into. He left as soon as you were all in the middle of class. You could'nt really do anything about it, but at least we have an option of who this Steven could be." He explained to me. I didn't say anything and looked back at my phone. "Huh." I said. Our car pulled up.
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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...
