Despite arriving at school
early, I end up being thirty
minutes late.
The spray in my eyes has
been washed out, but the
after effects have left
them red.
I stare at my reflection
in the mirror, a pitiful
mess.
I try to clean up
and look presentable,
grabbing my school
bag.
I exit the restroom,
heading straight
to class.
After climbing one flight
of stairs and turning right,
I reach my classroom
door.
I sigh and slide the door
open before stepping
inside.
To my surprise, there’s
no teacher.
Many of my classmates
are talking amongst
themselves as usual,
and they turn to look at
me.
I notice Ronin but
choose to ignore
him.
It seems like it’s
study hall period.
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