WP:Now is the time for all good men to come and aid their country.

Life is so boring. Everywhere I look there is nothing interesting. From the pencil on the desk to the teacher blabbing in about whatever subject they where most okay with and took as a major in there uni years.

Everything is so so plain.
The temperature in the room has an almost cool calm feel to it. The room is mostly quite except for the teacher who is still going at it as if we care for what they are attempting to teach. The teacher is a moderately heavy set man in his late 40s. He appears to have been balding for most of the 40 years. He has a very distasteful face in general with a uneven 5 o’clock shadow. He must have been in a rush this morning. On his left ear I see what looks to be shaving cream. This man hates me with a passion. He has attempted to get me expelled from the school many times but has failed each time. So now he goes out of his way to make my life hell. I’ve reported it to the deen of the section but they can’t do anything due to his ten year status.

Today he is going on about the World War II. Normally I’d be reading but today Mr.Jackass took my book and said I was disrupting the class and setting a bad example to the other students. He even went so far as took look through my bag to obtain my alternative reading material. Damn him. So now I just sit here analyzing this pencil that I hold in my hand. It is a cross between yellow and tan color and is approximately four inches long. It is branded with the letters JH to show ownership. It has eight faces and approximately 12% of the eraser has been used.The lecture that I have been told to listen to has been overly strung out. He has explained the Americans involvement four times now. He knows his old raspy smoke ridden voice annoys me and I swear he uses it to his advantage.
I start to daze in to nothingness. To the eternal bordom that is this class. Then I think to myself:

“”I wish I could meet someone who could ease my boredom.
Some one who would say what needs to be said and do what needs to be done.
Someone who would listen to my radicalisms and understand my view on life.
I wish for someone to be with me and do and saywhat I wish.””

Just as I start to nod off for a nap I hear a loud screech of a chair to my left.As I turn my head I start to hear: “Cant you just shut up already. You’ve covered this already and honestly your voice is horrible. “ This girl Just said what I was thinking.”Also would you give Jun back his book. He has the highest grade in the class and he obviously doesn’t need to pay attention to your lame excuse for a lecture. “

Great now I’m involved
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She was average. In every aspect. Approximately five feet six inches. Slightly slimmer than the other girls in the class. Medium lenght hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. I recognise her but I’ve yet to know her name, little alone been formally introduced. She is wearing a light gray jeans and a white sweater. The sweater appears to be rather old almost vintage. It definitely have been through the wash several times. Looking at her hands that where violently thrown at the table I notice thumb holes in the sleeves.

At that moment that she yelled at the asshole of the year the class bell rang. He looked feriouse yet intemadated. It took aproxmently two minutes for the class to empty. There was only me mistery girl and cuck of the year. Just as i started getting up she said: “” Wait for me outside please”” came from her mouth.
Woah her demeanor is so strong it could bend the will of the strongest men.i quickly walked on the extremely old carpet to the door. On the carpet you can see the outline of every large object that ever took up residence.
After what felt like only a few seconds she came out book in hand.

As soon as she closed the door behind her. She opens the crisp book.

“” Hmmmmm I held you in a higher regard Mr.juube. Manga and of all things a generic ecchi harem. “” 

HEY! Don’t judge me I’m just lonely and all they sell nowadays.

“”Well Juube you still had the opportunity to not buy this trash. You could have picked up a classic like Shakespeare, Chaucer, or even Homer””

As she is saying this she is jokingly looking down at me. She had a slight glimmer in her eye while she was going off on her tirade. At the end of each syllable her mouth rested on a half smile.
“”Any way he won’t bug you anymore. I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. I know you are Juube, I don’t like my name so you can call me Lith or Heeme. Most people call me Here due to what my dad does””

OK Nice to meet you I’m Juube.

“”Yea I got that””

Yea…..Hahahaha………

 So thanks for this. 
Right at the end of the last siliable of the word the two minute warning bell rings. We both nod like grown ups and go different directions. I have lunch so I start meandering twords the lunch room.