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I started righting this 'cause I got bored. It needs a name and really... the story line isn't really going anywhere... I'm still trying to think what it should be about. XD for now, it shall be... NAMELESS!
Toby sat at the rotting desk in the back of the room. Mr Lawsen walked in with the daily telegraph newspaper under his sweaty arm. Whispers came from all corners of the class room. Laura walked over to the desk next to Toby's and sat down, feet up on the desk, arms on the back of the chairs, as she rocked on her own chair. Mr Lawsen stood in front of the class and addressed it as usual.
"Good morning class." He would say, and the class would always reply with the simple, 'good morning.' Though, Toby was new to this class and did not say a single word when the class did.
Mr Lawsen coughed and Toby swore he sore his lungs jump out if his mouth as he did. He shook away that thought and pulled out his english and math books. Just as he went to grab a pencil, a sudden pain ran up through his finger. He yelled out in pain and grasped at his hand.
"Oh, sorry sweetie. Mr L wants our tables to be set in groups you know." Laura said. Her soft british accent calmed Toby, unsure how that did though, he smiled and said, hold out his left hand, "I'm Toby." Laura exchanged the hand shake for a smile instead and turned back to her desk.
Toby's hand went cold as he had left it there for someone to shake it. He placed it down on the table and looked at his right hand. Red marks swelled into the tips of his index, middle and ring finger. He covered his hand with his other then released it.
"Toby." Mr Lawsen said. Toby immediately looked up from his desk.
"Ahh, Toby. New student." Mr Lawsen said, as he polished his glasses, "Why don't you come up here and tell us about yourself?"
Toby went to shake his head, but something was holding him back from doing that. He took in a breath and stood up from his chair and then proceeded to the front of the classroom.