Writing practises and little stories uwu

{2}*British dying student noises*{2}

oh boy here we go
there's a lot of British-ways of talkin' soooo
uhm ye
and this is pretty much school here sometimes-
uh

just...
here?

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It was a normal day in school, and history class was as slow as ever..

"Can anyone tell me what took place in 1929?" the teacher asked, he was a tall pale man, his face littered with freckles and he had bright orange hair.

Nobody spoke up.

"Anyone?? come on guys you learnt this last week for pete's sake!.."

Still, nobody spoke up .

"I'm going to have to call on someone-"

"Right sir, im sure we all know but no body gives a flying fuck" a boy spoke in the back, making the class giggle softly, all but one student, who sighed.

He was an average height skeleton, pure white bones. he looked normal except the blank creepy eye sockets that constantly leaked this strange black goop and his red glowing target soul floated above his chest. he was wearing the school stupidly formal uniform. a white button up shirt with a blue stripy tie around his neck. over that he wore a navy blue blouse, or as the students called it 'Blazer' which sounded cooler. and normal dark grey pants.

"Excuse me?" the teacher said, baffled with the students rudeness.

The boy sighed "im sure you heard me, everyone else did"

"Yes, i did Killer" the teacher hissed his name. "im apauled with your attitude towards learning." he scolded.

" 'Aight" 'Killer' leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he couldn't care less, which was right.

"Killer fix your attitude you're being so disrespectful" the teacher tutted.

"Just speakin' the truth sir" he grinned cockily, "I speak the truth and nothing but the truth" he snorted, leaning forward against the desk now.

"If you carry on like this, right? I'm going to have to send you out" the teacher warned, pointing a whiteboard pen at the boy.

"Oh yes please, get me outta this hell hole." he snorted cockily. hushed giggles and snickers rose up through the class, but quickly died out from a glare from the agitated history teacher

"Right. pack your stuff and leave. now. off you go. go too room 306" the teacher hissed, annoyed

"Yeeeey" Killer cheered with a dead inside tone, standing up with his bag "and we both know im not even gonna go to the room right?" he snickered

The teacher went to talk before a voice rose up "sir would you like me to make sure he goes to his assigned room?"

They were another skeleton with pure white bones and dazzling yellow eyelights, almost every girl fancied him, even a few boys caught interest, though most would never admit it. he was also wearing the stupidly formal uniform

"Oh fuck off golden boy" Killer whined, rolling his nonexistent eyelights "you're a right teachers pet aren't you?" he scoffed at the other

"Excuse me?-" the boy gasped softly, offending "I'm no-"

The teacher cut him off, raising a hand "that's quite alright Dream, leave him. I'd prefer to get on with our lessons than waste anymore time."

"But siiirr~" Killer dragged out

"Now what?" the teacher groaned in despair

Killer only raised a hand, and no longer than 3 seconds later ... the bell rung for lunch time to begin

"Oh for the love of—" the teacher took a deep breath "you are dismissed" he sighed tiredly "and you." he jabbed a finger towards Killer, who was heading to the door "don't think you've gotten away with no consequences-"

"Touldn't dream of it. Toodles!~" and he disappeared into the hallway of kids

what, a, class.

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