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The first thing I notice is the massive glass wall, it looks out over a field with people lounging around in the same uniform I'm in. He walks over to the desk chair and sits down sighing. He motions towards the table in front of his desk and I sit on it, my legs swinging slightly. He looks at me, and I feel his eyes staring into my soul. God, that sounds cheesy, but whatever. I pull off my blazer and loosen my tie, he opens his mouth to speak but stops as I unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt. "You were going to say something, Mr.... Sorry what's your name?" I twirl a strand of hair in my hand waiting for his answer. "Good, Jonathan Good. But most students call me Jon or Mox. You should probably fix your uniform Mya, we've got a stand in head teacher while our actual head is on leave and she's a bitch for uniform." We both laugh as I roll my shirt sleeves up. "Well Jonathan, it's nice to meet you." He had an amazing laugh, and he couldn't have been more than 21. This day couldn't get any better.

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