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The classroom smells of cleaning detergent and hand sanitiser, and you can tell that ther's more than just one piece of gum under the tables, including the teacher's desk, despite how clean it all looks.
"Damnit, it was an English classroom. Shoulda aimed for a maths one," you say, disappointed.
"Or a physics one," Mikey chimes in.
"Or better yet, a full one." You both look at Draken, a 'really?' expression on both of your faces, your lips pursed together and eyebrows raised in mock surprise, eyelids hanging low.
"Ook," you say, dragging out the 'o', "let's find Takemitchy."
They both agree silently, and you all exit the classroom, you comically opening the door, for the ladies to go first.
Third year notice the three of you right away, the oddness of your trio standing out immediately.
"Hey, you can't be in here!"
"This is trespassing!"
"Get the fuck out!"
You stick out your tongue at them, shaking your head as if witnessing kids play fighting with toy cars in the backyard.
"Ken, you wanna take this?" you ask your friend, rather indiscreetly.
"Eh...sure." Without another word, he throws himself in a third year classroom, and after just a second, you can hear screams echoing through the school, the walls trembling. You smile darkly and didn't even turn back as Mikey skips up to you, smiling at you as he pokes your hand, as if asking to hold it in his.
