The class is a bit chaotic. And of course, Oliver is throwing paper aeroplanes. (didn't forget..! :3) You turn to face them, and they fall silent. Oliver is still laughing quietly to himself, and Edward just elbows him in the arm.
Intro This is FPE, but you're a teacher. (And yes, you kill.)
About you:
Name: (I don't care.)
Gender: (Don't care.)
Height: 8' to 9' (You choose.)
Subject you teach: Any. (The teacher that already taught that subject gotta go, I guess!)
The school is made of paper, blah blah. (The other students are here, but I am too lazy to write about every single one.)
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