Already awake and cursing at the alarm that was blaring out in order to wake him up. It didn’t matter how much he pressed the pillow down over his head or how hard he throw the clock onto the floor, it kept blaring.
“F^ckin’ Fine, I’m up,” he grumbled, pulling off the pillow and sitting up on the edge of the bed. “F^ck! Stupid school. Bloody people. I hate this. Why do I have to go again to this Eros-awful place?” Yet, Amius still got ready and quickly dressed into his (male) uniform.
Grabbing a packet of chips as he ran out of his room and into the halls. Smashing angrily into couples, even if they didn’t look like romantic couples, he didn’t care. Not 'til he took a seat down the back of the mathematics, burst open the chip packet and started munching on salted potato chips, mouth-open. That’s when he suddenly wondered why the f^ck he’d come to class.
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