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Kiyoto
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01-05-2014, 11:14 PM
~Skylark Manson~
Late as usual, but that was the least of his worries. As the sleek black car pulled up in front of the school, a few straggler students looked over whispering. "Do well today" said the man sitting next to him reading from a file. Skylark glanced at him, "sure dad" he said with little feeling. The driver moved around, opening the door for him. He got out, grabbing his bag. That was the only words spoken between the two, no I love yous or goodbyes. That wasn't the Manson family way. Skylark sighed, moving to the building, ignoring the people looking. He went inside, going to his locker and placed in the combination. High school, what a hell. His phone beeped, and at first he ignored it as he got his books.
When it beeped again, he pulled it out to look. He had got an e-mail from an unknown sender with a link inside. His eyebrow raised slightly, as he looked over the mail. He leaned against the wall by his lockers, clicking on the link with little thought to it. A site popped up with the name Wallflower. He raised an eyebrow once more, what the hell was this? He scanned the users that it said were active, seemed who they truly were was hidden. The chat room was blocked off to those who were not members, which made him a bit curious as to why he was sent to this place. He slowly typed in his E-mail and a name, curious to take a look to see why he was given this link.
There were quite a bit of messages, even though the site seemed to be new. For a moment he said nothing, just scanning and watching a bit. The people within seemed a bit pathetic really at the moment as well to him. He rolled his eyes, slipping his phone away and closing his locker. He had math this morning, opening the classroom door to be greeted with looks from the students within. "Nice of you to join us Mr. Manson" the teacher said. Skylark could have thought of a few responces to the sarchasm locked within those words, but none of them would have ended to well for him at the moment.
So instead he moved back to the back of the class, slipping into his desk. He leaned back in his chair a bit, his eyes meeting the teacher as he did. His were a piercing blue, which seemed to as people said, cut through to their very soul. The intensity and feeling behind them at times could make anyone bend to his will. He was at times mistaken for a punk or such, since his hair was a dark violet color at the moment, with lighter bangs that set off his eyes. Truth was, he did what he want and cared little about what others thought about him. The teacher soon faultered a bit and turned away to get back to his lesson. "Tch..." Skylark looked out the window, paying little attention.
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