"What a square-ass speech." Vlad briefly considered standing up and leaving the auditorium, but the school staff always looked extra-mean on this freshmen initiation ceremonies. He considered heckling the president, Mr. Huang Miyamoto, but he always seemed like a short-tempered kind of guy, and Vlad didn't want to ruin his rad shirt. So he went with the only real option he had, sitting in silence and swallowing the same speech he had heard since he had gotten into the school.
“Coño, what a bore!”Suddenly, Vlad realized that the sit next to him wasn't empty. Now, next to him, was
a weird, quiet senior that he had seen around but barely recognized. Overtaken by the soul-sucking, snooze-forcing speech, Vlad accidentaly let slip a jokey whisper.
“Man, the only way I could be more bored would be by being made out of wood.”And that's when he remembered how most students at the Shinjuku Academy had almost no sense of humor. All those fights on freshman year sparked by a bad joke or escaped pun. Fueled by dozens of memories and a self-preserving instinct, Vlad's paranoia kicked-in. Side-eyeing and preparing himself, Vlad awaited to see how his seating-neighbor reacted to his shitty pun.
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