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

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    He sat down at his desk and put on the neck pillow and blanket. He yawned. "Wake me up, if the teacher comes."

    "Fine by me." she rolled her eyes and looked back at her phone. She scrolled through her Twitter and noticed she had gotten her newest follower. She laughed. "7,023." she laughed and shoved her phone into her back pocket.

    He shrugged but stared up at the cieling.

    "Huh? Oh. Apperantly, you aren't aloud to spray sillystring at a dumb teacher." He growled.

    "Yeah but would it be any fun if it wasn't?" He said and stood up. "I want to go back to my dorm. I can always do reading here..." He pulled out a book from under the teacher's desk.

    "This is my tenth time reading this book. But it's got such good... everything," he whispered and sat down.

    "You can read it," He passed it to her.

    "Thanks." she grabbed the book and laid it on the desk. Without thinking, she started singing quietly to herself.

    He got up and grabbed another book from under the teacher's desk.

    [justify][move]Niall James Horan[/move][/justify]



    || Ic: She looked around, bored and kept on singing. Thirty more agonizing minutes...||


    || Ooc: ||

    He started reading the other book again.