You were studying biology, you stepped into the room, Your teacher's gaze fixated on you, you felt his green eyes scan you, it felt like he knew everything about you, every secret. He was sat at his dark wooden desk. In his right hand he held sheets of paper, in his left, his black mug of steaming hot coffee, which he took a sip of and placed it on his coaster, He didn't seem to react to the fact it seemed to be boiling hot. He was looking over at sheets of white paper, he was checking over worksheets, His gaze drops to the worksheets.

James Patrick Page, whom was around ether his late twenties or early thirties. James had long curls - the colour of coal, they looked like clouds - like they would be fluffy. His pale skin almost milk white, did he even go outside? His piercing emerald green eyes seemed like they were hiding something dark, his pupils huge, huge to the point he was rumored to be on something. His straight navy denim jeans were clearly baggy against his thin legs - his lanky legs.. The blouse he was was ever so slightly transparent showing his slim frame. He seemed to be quite unhealthy, he was lanky - boney, as if hadn't been eating enough food. His skin was white, as if he didn't go outside too much. His teeth were a light shade of yellow. His eyes wide but his pupils huge - he seemed to be in the clouds. Jimmy was five feet and eleven inches tall, just below six feet tall, he had quite long limbs. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as his gaze focused on the papers in his calloused hand.

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