after a long summer, school starts again, you walk into your next class after lunch, music, and notice it's not the old woman who taught you last year, it's a tall, neat-looking man, he is sitting at the teacher's desk, a sheet of paper in one hand, his other hand on the desk, his rough tips of his fingers tapped against the desk. He has a blank expression on his face. His plush lips drawn in a line.

He had inky black hair which reached his jaw, his pale blue eyes half-lidded. He wore a black blouse, a yellow tie hung from his shirt collar, He wore black jeans and brown boots. He glanced at you, his face remained blank, although his eyes seemed to get brighter when he saw you. John looked back down on the sheet.

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