The book of death

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As I went to my first lesson (History), I buried my face in The Mysteries of the book of death. I was always careful to make sure that I didn't crash into anyone, so there would be no trouble caused. 

But suddenly, my face collided with the pages of the book, and my glasses fell to the floor. I couldn't see who I collided into, so I narrowed my eyes, hoping to see who I bumped into. 

"I can't see!!" I said to a cloud of fuzz that was in front of me which I assumed was a person. 

"Sorry." 

That was all? I can't even see! I might have broken my glasses!!! And all he says is a "Sorry?" Talk about unapologetic!!!

"I CAN'T SEE!!"I yelled into his face. "Can you at least help me???" Then, I dropped to the floor and felt around for my glasses. My glasses were so thin rimmed, I couldn't see them. 

And then someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked around, and before I knew it, my glasses were back on my face. I could finally see the person who bumped into me. 

It was the Reaper boy. What was his name again?

"I'm Hadrian Grim," He said, and held out his hand for me to shake. I glanced around quickly to see that everyone was staring at us. I could feel the heat creeping up my face. 

"uh... everyone is looking... hehe..." I said uneasily, and made a quick exit before the reaper boy could say anything. 

I buried my face so close to the book of death, my nose was nearly touching it. I ran to my first lesson without looking up. 

At least History was a lesson that could get me distracted easily.

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