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Roman Holloway. You wouldn't find that name echoing the halls of Campton College, not in the dorms, not in the cafeteria, not on the field, not in the classrooms, nowhere. It wasn't that he was ugly, or he was your typical nerd, he just wasn't.......there. He didn't speak, not a peep came from him, he didn't interact with anyone, keeping them all at an arm's length. He woke up, ate, went to school, ate, came back to the dorms, ate and slept. No clubs, no parties, no hangouts.. nothing. No one ever tried to be friends with him because he just seemed like he didn't want any. Though, that wasn't the case, sure he preferred to be alone, but he wouldn't mind if he'd get in trouble for sneaking out to a party with his friends, he wouldn't mind talking with them in the back of the class then getting scolded by the teacher for disrupting the class with their laughter. He wouldn't mind having friends to rely on....having people to help him with his burdens.......having a reason to go on with life. But, those were his dreams, and dreams are just dreams..right?
Follow Roman's journey as he meets some people that crash into his life and seem to make his dreams start to become a reality. Or is there something more to it?.....
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"Um... excuse me... why is there a sword in the fridge?"
"Oh! That's mine. Don't touch it. It's cursed."
"C-cursed?"
"Yeah, but like, in a fun way."
"...I was just looking for my yogurt."
"Check behind the sword. Or under the raccoon skull. Depends on the vibes."
"...Ok... wait... WHA-"
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