You were new to the school, you new no one and knew barley anything about being a weapon. You sit in your first class and a boy walks in, his hair white in a spiked. His posture was bad. Next to him was shorter girl who had blonde hair in pigtails with a fringe, a red skirt and a black trench coat and she seemed to be talking to him, only the words went in one ear and out the other again. The white haired boy noticed you and was quick to sit next to you “you’re new.” He said with a toothy smirk.
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