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if they could,
they'd stay there all day,
but unfortunately school beckons
and both violet and xander
could never miss that.
tossing the beaten book
into her faded purple backpack that
violet slings over her shoulder,
they make their way to their bikes.

"school is a pitiful,
horrible place, brimmed
with petty, awful people-"

xander throws his head back, yelling
as they glide down the hill.

"and anyone who dares enter,
well, bless their soul
a thousand times!"

violet finishes just as loudly, continuing the
quote straight from
the crooked kids.

the school is near,
close enough that
they can almost read
the license plates of the few cars
that litter the front parking lot.
in unison, they slow to a crawl,
pulling towards the bike racks.
violet locks her bike up first,
waiting for xander to lock his.

"today i am not xander."

xander informs violet,
making her tilt her head.

"then who are you?"

he ponders this momentarily.

"my name will be
jack. just jack."

violet tests the name out,
letting it roll across her tongue.

"hmm.. i don't know
just jack very well.
i think you'll have to
stage an introduction for me.
i'm going to class now though,
so i'll see you around."

just jack grins
at violet's retreating figure,
calling out,

"will do!"

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