The hallway is crowded and loud as most days, you have to crawl down and shove between people to reach your locker. Today however as you're putting your books in as the end-of-day bell goes off, someone gets shoved into you as you are sitting and falls over you. He seems to be tall, lanky, pale, and in a mood. His fluffy, curly, blonde hair fails as he falls. His books scatter across the floor.

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