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"And these are the last words recorded by Richard Dekart. Is their a serial killer loose in  ? Or is this one of the most elaborate hoaxes to date? Interview's with the potential victim's parents and closest friend's rev-" Beeeooop. 

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"Dang tele, giving out again." A man with a shiny head, thick beard and a smoke in his mouth got up to smack the old television set. "Bah! I think it might actually dead this time." He stepped back looking at the old machine letting out a sigh, a clearly noticeable dent on its side from constant beatings, "Well, I guess things just aren't built to last any more." He shook his head, and gave the television a final smack before gently caressing it, speaking softly to the machine, and walking away. "Conner, Conner my boy, you're still home right? Come help your old man buy a new tele!" 

"Nope, First day of class for the year, andddd, I'm running late." Conner flew down the stairs his father shouted up, wizzing past the older man, and quickly grabbed his bag, which had been sitting neatly prepared by the front door. "Get a big one thats not older than me this time!" He slammed the door and kept running till his house was out of sight, then slowed down to a leisurely walk. He wasn't late, far from it, Conner was right on schedule for being early. He let out a yawn and fixed his hair as he walked towards the train station.  His school wasn't too far away, with how much time he had, he could probably even jog it, if he was the athletic go getter type. He wasn't though, and watching the many colourful people on the train had always been a slightly odd hobby of his. He got to see so many shades of life on there! So many characters in such a small space, the fact that it lead him straight to his destination just made it all the better. He sat down, waiting for either his train to arrive, pulling out a sketch pad and starting to draw a surreal train station.

"Early as usual I see." A cheerful voice danced through the air, A blonde girl in a blue sun dress poked her head over Conner's shoulder and stared at his drawing, cocking an eyebrow as she tried to make sense out of the incomplete art.

"Alice." Conner tried to ignore his friend and continue drawing, but, it was to no avail. "And here I thought I would catch the train before you." He put his pad away and stood up, almost smacking his shoulder into Alice in the process, "Well, we might as well get to class." He looked at her and couldn't help but smile. She was an oddity even in Conner's eyes, yet there was something about her that seemed to just draw people in.


After a few stops, the train pulled up to the college's stop. Students rushing off the train to get to their early morning class, other's to eagerly meet up with friend's that had gotten there earlier and had been waiting for them. Conner and Alice didn't speak much for most of the ride, Alice smiling and staring out the windows like an excited tourist, even though she had made the journey many times before, and Conner tapping a pen to his lips and staring at the roof, occasionally jotting down a few words on a notepad. 

"Fooey." Alice pouted, "I thought I signed up for the same class as you, but I am in the room next door." She grinned, "Oh well, play nice and I'll see you during break!" She waved and disappeared quicker than a magic act.

Conner shook his head and sat down in a vacant seat in the middle of the class, pulling out his note pad and flipping the page before starting on another drawing.