Middle of the courtyard of the school is a picnic bench. However that's not important, what is important is the kid sat ontop of it. The kids name is Zepth, though those who like him usally call him Zee. The reason he's sat on the table is because his computer work is upto date, and he finds medatation more important then doing the teachers job.
However the teacher dis-agrees. He walks up behind zepth and grabs him by the ear. That of course being an easy shot of course as zepth's long black hair is wraped behind it.
"Zepth!" The teacher shouted at him, "Lesson....NOW" He said throwing him off the bench. Zepth just got up and dusted his trenchcoat down.
"Sir that is abuse" He says before kneeling over and buffing his boots, and neatening his baggy jeans. The teacher just looked at the pale skin of zepths body, "L-E-S-S-O-N"
Zepth turned, and headed to the computer room, but not before sliping his pitch black shades on over his deep blue eyes
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check that for more info on who/what im like and how screwed my life is.
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