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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:09 am
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![User Image](https://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd510/Amber_Turnbull/tumblr_m18agxXKe11r97ra5o1_500.jpg) Izaya down the halls, his hand in his pocket, fiddling with his fake ID. He was planning to bunk school with his friends, go and cause some trouble somewhere in town or something. Unfortunatly for Izaya, none his friends came to their meeting place -Behind the alchohol store down the road from school- so he ended up going towards a day of boring education he he didn't want, need or ask for. Lovely, just lovely. The dark haired boy was about to turn the corner to go find a pack of ciggarettes from his locker, when he heard some rude conversation. Izaya stopped his his tracks, hid behind a locker wall yet peered around, only to see a large boy standing over a cute brunette.
(It's okay xD))
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