Class sucked, no doubt about it. Just listening to the teacher drone on and on for a grueling 44 minutes. Your eyes darted around the room before stopping on the 'Be The Reason Someone Smiles!' Poster stapled onto the class bulletin board. You eventually look back down and make more mindless doodles in your notebook. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.
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"Ey, you mind lettin' me borrow a pen? Red, preferably."
You listened to the hushed voice.. you knew that accent, frankly, you dreaded hearing it. You sigh and pass a red pen to Pete DiNunzio. You take a peek at his notebook, pausing at the crudely drawn mutilated woman that was forever embedded on the page. Pete immediately started scribbling with the pen to simulate blood. You began to face the front of the classroom again