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[center][h3][b]REMIRA LANKFROD[/b][/h3][/center]
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It was the first day of class in the new semester. Remy was slowly walking down the halls, her school bag lazily over her shoulder. Officially the class had already started, but she didn't care. It was just gonna be a new day like any other. The teacher in class was just Mr Carlson. No one important. No one that peaked her interest in the slightest. Remy kicked a bin, it made a loud sound in the silent hall.

She reached the classroom that she should be sitting inside and swung the door open with a straight face. She stood in the doorway and looked around the room, in every face, slowly and one by one. She didn't feel any need to hurry to a seat and didn't mind that she might have interrupted the lesson. But she soon realized that she was too early. [i]What a fucked up shit.[/i] She was already late and had hoped the boring talk about rules would be over and the actual lesson would have started, but people were chatting, Vianna held up a necklace to a boy. Obviously the lesson was not in full swing yet.

With no care in the world she walked towards a seat, near to Vianna and the boy, picking it seemingly randomly. She had left the door to the classroom open, but it appeared that there were still some students missing anyway. Remy dropped her bag carefree to the ground and leaned back in her chair, waiting for the lesson to begin and hoping that the class would pass by far so she could get out of this classroom.