 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Sylvie walked into the classroom mid-yawn. Last night had been another sleepless one, and the mint haired seventeen year old was very very very tired. Too many thoughts in her head, too many loud noises far too early in the morning, just... too much. You know? Way way too much.
She surveyed the classroom quickly, spotting Bel and Derfael with- oh. Zoryn. Sigh. Turning her eyes towards other areas of the classroom, she made a beeline for Maxton and Cameron, two people who - as far as she was aware - had nothing against her. As she walked her gaze did another sweep, but the person she was looking for was nowhere in sight. Perhaps he'd join them soon. Hopefully. Maybe. He knew Ancient Runes was her favourite class.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |