You were walking through the halls of Oaksdale High, trying to get to the office to collect your class schedule and school ID. You finally made it to the door after almost being run over by a skateboard, a football to the face, and a trashcan being kicked in front of you. Finally, after you made it out of the hellish halls, you opened the office door.
A blonde boy with a bruised jaw and a black eye watched you open the door from inside the office. He didn't say anything, he just watched you.
After a few minutes, he zoned back in and was very apologetic.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to stare so aggressively."
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