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Laggy Lagiacrus
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"Good morning, John!"
"Morning, John!"
"Nice to see you again, John."
If there was one thing that was true about East Gate City High School, it was that John Taylor was the most well-recognised figure in the year. At the age of sixteen, he was already capable of trumping a great many people in both brains and brawn – his intelligence and athleticism were phenomenal. Some assumed he had no personal life, and just trained at every opportunity. Others speculated that he was superhuman. Some even went so far as to say that the boy wasn't even human to begin with. Whatever the case, he was a special one indeed.
All this seemed fairly odd – he didn't look, or sound, particularly special. He was taller than the national average, but by only a few inches – nothing particularly major. Though parted, his pitch-black hair did not exhibit any special traits, nor did his placid green eyes. He looked even less extraordinary in the school uniform – the standard-issue shirt, tie, and trousers, with optional blazer. How he acted, though? A different matter completely. There was just something about him, and the way he spoke, that seemed to draw people in, even if he was notorious throughout the school for keeping people at arm's length.
"All right class, everyone in their seats. Thank you, thank you."
The humdrum of everyday life began, as the teacher called out to settle the class Chatting dying away into murmurs, the murmurs giving way to silence, Mr Allen managed to get his class quiet enough to go about the daily business.
"Now, as you all may have heard, we have a new student arriving. Now, please, I don't want a repeat of what happened to Jason, even if he was a tad aggressive at times. So, I'd like you to all welcome your new classmate. Anywa, if you'd like to introduce yourself, Miss…?"
"Morning, John!"
"Nice to see you again, John."
If there was one thing that was true about East Gate City High School, it was that John Taylor was the most well-recognised figure in the year. At the age of sixteen, he was already capable of trumping a great many people in both brains and brawn – his intelligence and athleticism were phenomenal. Some assumed he had no personal life, and just trained at every opportunity. Others speculated that he was superhuman. Some even went so far as to say that the boy wasn't even human to begin with. Whatever the case, he was a special one indeed.
All this seemed fairly odd – he didn't look, or sound, particularly special. He was taller than the national average, but by only a few inches – nothing particularly major. Though parted, his pitch-black hair did not exhibit any special traits, nor did his placid green eyes. He looked even less extraordinary in the school uniform – the standard-issue shirt, tie, and trousers, with optional blazer. How he acted, though? A different matter completely. There was just something about him, and the way he spoke, that seemed to draw people in, even if he was notorious throughout the school for keeping people at arm's length.
"All right class, everyone in their seats. Thank you, thank you."
The humdrum of everyday life began, as the teacher called out to settle the class Chatting dying away into murmurs, the murmurs giving way to silence, Mr Allen managed to get his class quiet enough to go about the daily business.
"Now, as you all may have heard, we have a new student arriving. Now, please, I don't want a repeat of what happened to Jason, even if he was a tad aggressive at times. So, I'd like you to all welcome your new classmate. Anywa, if you'd like to introduce yourself, Miss…?"