Armando was close now, so much so you could smell the cheap cologne and a burnt out cigarette. It was almost blasphemy that a kid such as him made it into Nallen Academy, a place for the top ranked academic kids in the nation, or at the very least one of them. Even if he did smell like shit, he was smart. The gold grill, the tattoos, and the accent might of thrown some people off, but no, I knew he was only a few ranks below me when it came to academics.
**Samira was starving between life and death.
The one who spoke was wearing a mask, and his tone was full threats. It seems that they will attack if they don't hear a good answer, and the rest are also ready to fight.
Within five seconds of the stick being broken, there were over 30 people in the office, although it was quite big, it was still a tight squeeze.
"Thanks Lara," Tristan says, then adds with a smile. "I see you learned to make something other than cereal."
*One of the sweets went stale*
Title: Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails Fox
~Toot toot toot
All of my work will never be dropped! I will continue it whenever I have time and my brain is still fresh!
"Hello Verizon, sweetie."
"HOY ACER
He shook his head and turned around to wipe the glasses on the shelf. "There's nothing going on between me and Derrick."