Newt was walking around the corner of the small Highschool located in the place he called home. Or..his hometown at least. He let out an audible sigh, running his hand aimlessly along the traces of painted brick that were the walls. The bell rung, signifying another 5 minutes to get to class. He looked down at his phone to see which class he had next, the new schedule for the second semester had his hopes up, and so did this class. He took his first step into the doorway and looked around the classroom. Gentle chatter aroused in the room. “Good to know Creative Writing wont be a let down this time” he pulled out his notebook, and just before class started, he met eyes with you. A quick glance
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