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Monday, June 16, 2008

The puppeteer

6/16/2008 11:23:00 PM

*Opening song*
甜甜的

"Yeah, that's the combo you use for a Lord Knight," commented Lawrence. "Too slow. The SinCross would've killed you before you're even near." retorted Marco. His eyes flashed. "It would be another story though, if you and I became a combo... We'd be invincible..."

Lawrence was Marco's best friend. First mate. Comrade-in-arms. Half-brother. He was a little taller than Marco, bulkier, a little plump, and looked a little worse compared to your average guy. Still, he was clever, reliable and strong.

The bell rang. "Great... just in time for class. We'd get screwed by the old woman if we're late." snorted Marco. The two entered the class to find it three-quarter full. Marco and Lawrence returned to their seats, after having a not-so-satisfying at the school's shitty canteen.

Marco glanced backwards. Tiffany was tapping a pen on her desk, staring straight forward, seemingly deep in thought. Franky, the fatass who sits beside her, was busy talking to Dennis, who sits to the left of Franky.

The door blasted open at that moment, silencing the class. Everyone fears Miss Goldenweek, the old woman who taught them History. "It's alright, everyone. Miss Goldenweek is absent for today, and I'll be replacing her." said Mr. Moth, a History teacher from another class. "You can do your own work, so long as you're not too noisy."

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and continued with their activities. Some were playing PSPs, some were chattering away, some were doing schoolwork, and others were snoring away. Marco sighed, and started to shut his eyes. Suddenly, a hand tapped his arm. He shot up and immediately saw that Tiffany was looking at him.

He flushed. "What're you doing?" "Let's chat... I'm bored..." Tiffany smiled. "I've known you since last year, the second year of junior high. Yet I don't remember ever properly speaking to you before..." That's because I never started speaking to you before, thought Marco. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm the wallflower type... So I don't really speak to people much." said Marco. "Hahahahaha... you seem the type who studies really hard." laughed Tiffany. "No way! I don't really... I do it when exams are around the corner..." "Yeah, I'm like that too! It's really boring if I do it every day."

They talked for the two whole lessons... An hour and forty minutes of utter happiness, that made Marco smile. "Hey, the next teacher's gonna enter soon..." said Marco. "Yeah... hang on." Tiffany took hold of Marco's wrist and used a marker pen to draw a toadstool behind his hand, and colored it in with highlighters.

"Heeheehee... I wanna see this tomorrow still there. Promise?" Marco stared at the toadstool for a moment. "Yeah... you'll definitely be seeing it tomorrow. Promise" Marco smiled.

*Ending song*
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