It's another Thursday morning, the teacher was handing out the latest pop quiz results. You had gotten a 45/50. You clenched onto you're paper, pissed. But in the corner of you're eye, you notice Shinto, adjusting his shades, his lips curling into a smirk, flicking his paper at you ,as though he was mocking you. A perfect 50/50.you felt even more enraged now.
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