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A young man around the age of nineteen or twenty leaned forward and rested his head on his hands, his fingers were arched under his head and his mouth was drawn into a thin and tight line. Heavy eyelids barely rose over a pair of hazel eyes which seemed to be glazed over with either sleep or boredom and every so often, he would let out a breath as if he was waiting for something or someone to appear. A music player sat on his desk as a well a notebook open to a blank page that seemed to be covered in scribbles and mixed words almost as if he had tried writing something before setting the pen down once more.
A teacher stood in front of the class, short brown hair, same colored eyes as the olive sweater she was wearing a voice that demanded everyone in her classes attention expect the young man. He raised his eye's to meet the teacher's gaze noticing her gaze from across the room and the noticed the rest of his classmates were staring at him. "Mr. Hiro, can you please repeat the words I wrote on the board." the teacher said and looked back at him. Hiro let out a breath and looked up at the board squinting his eye's a little bit. "Be they who has not seen the gates of heaven, be taken in by an angel who will be there." he read his voice drowned out by the students who had started shuffling there paper's on there desks. "The other line" a voice whispered and Hiro turned his head to see his friend staring up at him, she was younger then him by only one year and she still seemed to act like a small child. "Oh...can the darkness over take the wounded soul, or shall it be cut down." Hiro said and sighed as the teacher motioned for him to take a seat, just then a bang on the door and he turned his head wondering who was outside.
