William, a small, shy, frail boy with blonde hair with knots, slipped into the classroom, as the teacher asked him why he was late. He explained, leaving out lots of embarrassing parts, and sat down, the things that had happened that morning still rushing through his head.


A moment later, Joe, a large, muscular, troublemaking boy with black, messy hair burst in, almost taking the door off of it’s hinges. He yelled a lie about why he was late and sat in his usual spot, talking loudly to everybody around him. He didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

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