The Replicas
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Last published Thu, Feb 19, 2015
I sat in my seat for my very first afternoon class. I was still fuming from my classes in the morning no thanks to Mr.Jackass. I was in my geography class hoping to be focused at last.I looked up and listened to what the Teacher was saying but I couldnt focus too well...the guy sitting in front of me looked cute.. from behind at least. He had slicked back hair and was wearing large brown glasses he had on a gray wool sweater and some slacks. He looked Nerdy. Just my type. That's when i saw textbooks were being passed out slowly and i saw the text book reaching my end in which the guy in front of me would have to turn around and pass it to me. I ruffled my hair in the hopes to make an impression. Much to my surprise and and dismay it turned out to be the same Arse from earlier. But before I could groan in my displeasure.
"Hello! My names Marcel !" He says smiling and waving.
I wasn't going to fall for his act so easy. "Bugger off being nice now wont fix what you did this morning" I scoffed crossing my arms
"Im sorry do know you ?" He says as a confused look crosses his face and he adjusts his glasses as if they were broken. I opened my mouth about to argue when i realized that this wasnt the same guy. His voice was diffrent but.... he had the Same exact face.
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