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Avery scanned a page of her favorite book in a fast pace. She tried to block out other noises so she could focus on her book only. Other students around her whispered and she could feel their eyes drilling into her as they stared. ,her she twitched in annoyance and she did her best not to snap at them.

Raelyn walks down the halls. She was most definitely a social outcast. Her running one of the town's most feared gangs probably helped with that. She didn't see a problem with that. The only reason the town feared them is because they dared to be different than everyone else, and might've broken the law in the midst of doing so.

Avery slams her book on her desk as she had enough and snapped at everyone, "can all of you stop staring and maybe drop shit somewhere else? I'm not in the same mood for asses surrounded me and whispering!" Avery growls. All the students around her then shuffle a way and never look at her after that.

"Oh, so you're a feisty one?" Raelyn snickers to Avery. She continues to open her locker, which was right across the hall from where Avery was sitting. The dark-haired woman slams her locker shut, and begins to walk to class. She plugs in some earphones, drowning out the noise around her.

Avery ignores the girl and reads her book till the bell rings, walking to class. He classroom was filled with students and the teacher wasn't there yet! Avery sighed and say at her desk, continuing to read her book in sikence.

Raelyn just happened to be in the same class as Avery. She was in the very back row. She wore a leather jacket with roses embroidered on it. The rest of her outfit was plain black, and she wore combat boots.

Gomi (not Alphonsus, never Alphonsus) slipped into his seat in the classroom, giving a cursory glance around to who was there. Nervously, his fingers picked at each other, mostly covered with the sleeves of his over-sized hoodie. Jeez, he hated school so much and he vaguely wondered if he could wish one of his headaches on so he could just go home...

Avery sighed and she looked up, our the window. The teacher noticed her not paying attention and snapped, throwing a piece of chalk at her. Avery didn't have to dodge, because the chalk hit the person behind her in the forehead. and she looked at the teacher. "No wonder your aim is horrible, it's just as bad as how much your paid to be in this hellhole." Avery said.

"Ahh! The bell!" Antero ran the quickest he could, zooming past the people walking to class. He had slept in, again, so he didn't have time to dress up, so he just wore a wrinkled white collar tee shirt and blue jeans that had a weird black stain on it. He saw his classroom door and began to slow down, unfortunately for him, his shoes were worn down so much he slid across the floor, crashing into the class.

Avery winced at the loud noise of a boy. She looked over and but her lip. Okay.. She barely never laughs but this was something. Still she didn't laugh. She kept quiet. And looked down at her book to keep reading

"Heh, that was fun." He got up as he heard the other kids laughing at him. It brought, a wide smile on his face as if he is happy for others laughing at his pain. He walked to his desk and sat down. He grabbed his arm and moved it around a bit, wincing at the pain, "Owch. That kinda smarts though." He said to himself, not making it a huge deal.

"Why are you happy..?" Avery asks the boy, reading and not looking at him . "They are laughing at you, I hope you know.." She states the obvious. "Or are you a attention freak?" She asks.

He looked over at her and just smiled, "Making people smile is what I do. Be it jokes or me getting hurt. As long as people are laughing, it doesn't matter what happens to me." He said chuckling, "Although, me crashing into the classroom like that wasn't part of the plan. But hey, got to work with what you got." He said rubbing the back of his head.

Avery only said one thing after that, but this time she looked at him. Her beautiful and yet cold eyes stared at him and she said, "You're a idiot for thinking that." with those words, the class bell rang. Avery sighed and stood, grabbing her school bag.

He sighed and looked down, his smile fading just a little, "Just what my parents told me." He said getting up as well, his own darkness showing a little. He shook it off as he walked out of the classroom, his smile back on his face.

Avery didn't care that she made the boy sad, she just told him the truth. Truth hurts. "Your lucky your parents know your alive and real..." She muttered to herself, wishing the boy heard. Avery went to the roof of the school, that's were she always ate. Alone.

He stood still. Any small whisper, and quiet voice, he heard quite clearly, "Seems like someone is in need of my laughter expertise." He said smirking as he walked to his locker and put a few things in his bag, "Don't worry stranger, I'll make it my mission to make you smile!" He said to himself turning around to find Avery. He then tripped on his shoelaces, falling once again. Everyone around laughing, again, "Ok, even I get tired of the same gag after a while."

Avery opened her bento and ate. She has sushi, rice, and some vegetables. Her mother didnr make it. Her father didn't either. There was no message from her mother on the food that's soldier to say I love you. They didn't love her. They didn't even know she existed anymore.

He walked around the entire school trying to find her until he reached the roof. He looked around and saw Avery sitting by herself and eating. He smiled, "Welp, time to work some magic." He told himself as he put on a funny mask, with just a thin black smile, a white skin, and cheerful eyes. He jumped out in front of her, juggling three red balls.

Avery was startled at first, her eyes showing some surprise. She gulped down a piece of rice and her eyes hardened, "stop." She said flatly. She wasn't the one to laugh at silly things like that... She only has an urge to laugh when something or someone does something very stupi d.