The Lace School for the gifted. You dont know anything about us.(new kid needed)

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    He finished it second and opened his reading book and waited for the teacher to collect it.

    He looked at Shylar confused.

    HE looked away and muttered, "Nobody gets out of class early."

    He glared at her. "Then go. It's not like we welcome show-offs around here anyway."

    "It's called the School for the Gifted, so it's okay to show off if I want to. There's no rule against it and you haven't the right to boss me around." she sneered.

    "I don't boss you arund. When have I ever- Whatever. I'm not waisting my breath on you. If you weren't here I would've been first." He snarled.

    "That's not what I'm saying at all!" He snapped as the bell rang. He grabbed his books.

    "Detention is seeming better and better already." she said to herself as she left, her bookbag slung over her shoulder.

    "You got detention?" He asked. He slung his pack over his shoulder and headed to the door.

    "You don't say." He rolled his eyes. "And I thought this day couldn't get any worse.

    He followed her slowly trying to stay away from her.

    She walked into the room, slamming the door and then tossing her books into an empty desk before propping her feet up on the desk.

    He followed her inside but walked to the teachers desk. He lifted up the cushion on the chair pulled out a neck pillow and blanket.