A\N Fynn is an actual character. He just died in the first movie. Look him up. He's real.
Fynn opened the door of his large white truck. Closing it behind him. He walked into the school and into the bustling crowd of high school students. It had been the same for the 2 years before, except now he was a junior with a drivers license. He hadn't found his soulmate but he honestly hadn't been looking. He knew he'd find them eventually.
He sat in his first period class, honors pre-calc, he didn't care for math but he wasn't bad at it, the teacher bored him to death. Today they had to listen to some lecture and take notes. The lecture turned out to be about the benefits of taking an honors class. On he'd heard yesterday from his AP world history class. He let his mind wandering as he carelessly scribbled what was written in the board into his notes.
The teacher finally wrapped up the lecture. It was the same lecture every time the first big assignment was due, because they were held up to higher standards. Most of his classmates were in other honors or AP classes. So they'd heard it before.
The bell had finally rang dismissing the class. Everyone packed up and left quickly. The class was a drag and they probably all wanted out.
Fynn quickly walked through the hall, and saw a freshman, who looked completely lost. Staring at the schedule he held in his hands.
"You know where your going?" Fynn asked, approaching the boy.
"Uh, no..." The boy said, looking up at Fynn. Fynn couldn't help but notice the bright blue of his eyes.
"What class do you have?"
"Spanish."
"Its downstairs, down the hallway to the left and the 3rd door down. You'll see it, it's very clearly a Spanish room."
"Okay, thank you." The boy smiled
"No problem, it's a large school, it can get confusing."
The freshman gave Fynn a quick smile before rushing off to class.
I never got his name.
Fynn quickly shook of the thought and headed to his study hall. He'd probably head down to the Spanish room, as he was the TA (teachers assistant).
He walked into Jorge's classroom.
"Fynn, glad you could join us hermano."
"Always."
The same blue eyed boy caught Fynn's eye.
The class went by quite quickly, all he did was photocopy and print, or help a few students. He enjoyed working in the Spanish classroom though, Jorge was a pretty fun guy.
The rest of the day went quite quickly for Fynn. He had most of his academic classes today, which were all fairly easy and uneventful.
He left school and met up with a few of his friends, Zart, Ben and Fry to just hang our for the afternoon. It was always a good time when they hung out together. None of them were big on video games and all that, so sometimes they'd play some ridiculous card games like 'Band is horrible' which Zart brings since he's a trombone player, and an overall band kid. Or 'cards against humanity'. Those kind of things.
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